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Dear one, you fret that you are lost among the multitudes. So many call on me that you doubt your voice can be heard. Stop your worry. You are known to me. Amid the crowd I can always hear your voice. Do not imagine that you are lost or abandoned. I am infinite. My ability to love is without limit. You are dear to me. Amid the throngs of creation, you are particular. I know every hair on your head. I cherish you.