Placeholder: [art by Greg Smallwood] Maria Magdalena, her eyes filled with longing, her body moving gracefully to the rhythm of the music. Jesus watches her from a distance, captivated by her beauty and spirit. Maria's hands reaching out to touch Jesus, igniting a spark of passion between them. [art by Greg Smallwood] Maria Magdalena, her eyes filled with longing, her body moving gracefully to the rhythm of the music. Jesus watches her from a distance, captivated by her beauty and spirit. Maria's hands reaching out to touch Jesus, igniting a spark of passion between them.

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[art by Greg Smallwood] Maria Magdalena, her eyes filled with longing, her body moving gracefully to the rhythm of the music. Jesus watches her from a distance, captivated by her beauty and spirit. Maria's hands reaching out to touch Jesus, igniting a spark of passion between them.

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