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If someone from Cambridge (IIRC) ever tells you that they found Jesus, they might not mean quite what you think.

When I was living in London, this was the view from my window. Rose-tinted nostalgia glasses make me forget how drab it was.

(Posted November 18, 2005 10:43 PM)

Come now, and let us reason together: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. -- God (Isaiah 1:18)