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As We Live Our Truths, We Will Communicate Across All Barriers, Speaking For The Sources Of Peace. Peace That Is Not Lack Of War, But Fierce And Positive.

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As We Live Our Truths, We Will Communicate Across All Barriers, Speaking For The Sources Of Peace. Peace That Is Not Lack Of War, But Fierce And Positive.

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