Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt
preserve me from trouble; thou shalt
compass me about with songs of deliverance.
—PSALMS 32:7

A simple child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
—WORDSWORTH

Extracted from ''Concealed in Death '' by J.D.Robb

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"Wa tu izzu man-ta shaa, wa tu zillu man-ta shaa"