“His feet were like fine copper when glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of many waters.”

—  John the Evangelist

1:15 http://www.jw.org/en/publications/bible/nwt/books/revelation/1/ <br class="br">Revelation

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author of the Gospel of John; traditionally identified with… 10–98

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