† Shortly after these photos were taken, I wrapped teh Turin Shroud painting and subsequent items in a bandana, put in backpack. I went to teh river to take another photo. I unraveled teh bandana n teh Turin Shroud painting was gone. Retraced my steps exactly to teh sight 3 times, combing teh earth, twigs, and leaves. I was frantic seeking questioning, then ultimately humbled. Could it have fallen in teh river, I would've heard it drop. So took off me boots and searched teh river banks, ice cold. My dad said it was '' A sign from god '', what say me vanity display'd n ashamed for opting out n exploiting teh Death Shroud in Name of Jesus for tumblr for Instagram for social view a voice in teh wilderness , when all spiritual. †
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