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On reading the account of Palm Sunday while surrounded by news stories of the past year. I wondered about all those cries of "Hosanna, save us!" we had heard and uttered and began drawing the different people from protests during the year that may have been part of the crowd. The hardest part was painting in those I'd rather not be part of a crowd with, whose cries I would prefer silenced and knowing that God hears their longings, fears, hopes as well.
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