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Sometimes The Right Thing Feels All Wrong Until It Is Over And Done With.

The Original Fairy Tale Was About The Youngest Sister Going Into A Room In The Castle And Finding All The Bodies Of The Wives That Came Before Her - She Is Confronted With Truth, Thinking About How Often We Think We Know People And We Really Don't.

...but Now The Worst Crime Was Pretending To Be Something You Were Not.

But What We Are Given Is Taken As Well, So That We Know God's Glory Comes To Us From His Will Alone.

The Nature Of Love Had Totally Escaped Her Until Now. She Had Thought That If You Lost It, You Could Never Get It Back, Like A Stone Thrown Down A Well. But It Was Like The Water At The Bottom Of The Well, There When You Can't Even See It, Shifting In The Dark.