Francine Rivers Quote

Michael took a cloth and dried her hair. When he finished, he pulled her close and cradled her in his arms. Flesh of my flesh, he whispered against her hair. Blood of my blood.

Francine Rivers

Michael took a cloth and dried her hair. When he finished, he pulled her close and cradled her in his arms. Flesh of my flesh, he whispered against her hair. Blood of my blood.

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