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Finding My Voice
I’ve always loved Sunday mornings. Waking up to Bobby Jones playing loudly throughout the house. The smell of Sunday dinner already cooking before the sun fully rose. The sound of preparation — church clothes being ironed, voices moving through the house, the quiet anticipation of a day spent in what I had always known as my very first community. I grew up in pews, choir rehearsals, revivals, Sunshine Band, Sunday mornings, and late-night services. I grew up surrounded by mu
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