{"id":367,"date":"2015-08-27T02:40:54","date_gmt":"2015-08-27T02:40:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=367"},"modified":"2015-08-27T02:40:54","modified_gmt":"2015-08-27T02:40:54","slug":"read-the-grayling-hidden-truth-poems-for-a-fabulous-reading-experience-of-how-the-freiers-found-goodness-even-in-such-a-bitter-war","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/read-the-grayling-hidden-truth-poems-for-a-fabulous-reading-experience-of-how-the-freiers-found-goodness-even-in-such-a-bitter-war\/","title":{"rendered":"Read The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems For A Fabulous Reading Experience Of How the Freier&#8217;s Found Goodness Even In Such A Bitter War"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Treat Yourself to the Finest of Reading Experiences by Reading the Grayling Hidden Truth Poems<br \/>\n\tA monumental, powerful passage of words as was written on page 60 of the novel, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems, \u201cSam went to open the door when the man called at him and speak loudly, \u2018Please take some bread, and cookies, and some fresh pot cheese with our and remember that the ring will be waiting for you when you come back\u2019. Sam shook his head up and down once, and looked at the man through the lens of a tear on the front of his eye, and said, \u201cThank you\u201d. His heart pounded away&#8212;-beating to the tune of goodness.  He was about to say, \u201cIf we make it back\u201d, and he could not mutter any other words, as his face turned red and more tears began to flow.  Not wanting the jeweler to see him crying, he turned and walked out the door.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Treat Yourself to the Finest of Reading Experiences by Reading the Grayling Hidden Truth Poems A monumental, powerful passage of words as was written on page 60 of the novel, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems, \u201cSam went to open the door when the man called at him and speak loudly, \u2018Please take some bread, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[221,211,75,61,420,222],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-5V","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/367"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=367"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/367\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":368,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/367\/revisions\/368"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=367"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=367"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}