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| What is man? |
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| As for man, his days are like grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourishes. |
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| For the wind passes over it, and it is gone... and its place remembers it NO MORE. (Psalm 103:15-16) |
| Ni na takali ga ko koya me vaka na se ni co. (Jemesa 1:10) |
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| The days of our lives are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years, yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. (Psalm 90:10) |
| On-going art project at Naselesele Village Catholic Church - Taveuni, Fiji. |
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| If i gave everything i have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, i could boast about it; but if i didn't love others, i would have gained NOthing. (1 Corinthians 13:3) |






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