Sin - Is - Present
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Sin is a constant
of the human condition.
It's all around us.
It's inside us, too.
We are all sinners.
Sometimes our sins
are written large,
like adultery or murder.
Sometimes they
are buried in
our own selves.
But they're always there.
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