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Her name was Mary, and there ends any resemblance to the mother of our Lord.
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Sue Monk Kidd
Book:
The Invention of Wings
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Her name was Mary, and there ends any resemblance to the mother of our Lord.
( Sue Monk Kidd )
[ The Invention of Wings ]
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