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I am the bleeding woman, healed. I am the dead girl, brought back to life.
I am the bleeding woman. I am the dead girl.
Rather, I was.
There was a woman who had had a flow of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much and spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse … Then came one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name; and seeing Jesus, he fell at his feet and begged him, saying, “My little daughter is at the point of death” … Then there came from the ruler’s house some who said, “your daughter is dead. Why trouble the Teacher any further?”
Yet now I’m the bleeding woman, healed. Now I’m the dead girl, brought back to life.
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