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Psalm 121
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
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P/S: This is a thought about the 2 mountains that I have seen recently.
When life on home soil invariably gets the better of you, there is nothing sweeter than the editing of your life in a set of luggage; the waiting experience full of promises, at the airport, at the smell of foreign air and alien sights or sounds. And with the world made smaller thanks to the low cost flights, easy connection options and alluring, far flung ad campaigns, how can foreign and beautiful culture be ignore.
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