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Love Turns Stone to Flesh

“We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.”  Voltaire Have you ever read Emily Dickinson’s poem #807? The one that starts off with “Expectation—is Contentment…” Well, I’m not sure what that means. However, in 1968, psychologists Rosenthal … Continue reading

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