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Tired dazed wanderings in a pretty, sunny, Guildford, going to the meditation on the cross and crying for an hour. Tears of hope, thankfulness, reassurance and joy. Wanting deeply to live nothing but the cross for the rest of my life. Knowing that there are certain things, there is a God who came, lived, died and rose again. Death is dead, love has won Christ has conquered. There is a dawn to come. This world is not all there is. A future awaits. Genius.