Thursday, April 11, 2024

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Thursday, April 11, 2024



Do not force your religion onto others. Share your religion in how you live your life. Share your religion through the kindness you show others not the judgment of others.





A moment of silence for those no longer with us.





Let's come together and laugh together.





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