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Mother, At Your Feet is Kneeling Bring Flowers of the Rarest Mother Dear, O Pray For Me Hail Holy Queen 我来说两句 短评· ··· 热门 / 最新 / 好友 还没人写过短评呢 我要写乐评 Mother Dearest, Mother Fairest (Vol. I)的乐评 ··· ( 全部0 条 ) "Mother Dearest, Mother Faire...
Catholic Belief about Virgin Mary :The attention Catholics pay to Mary, the Mother of Jesus, and other saints can seem strange and excessive. Many Catholics light candles and pray kneeling in front of statues of Mary. They pray rosaries and novenas to Mary. They hold large and elabo...
At last, the pig reaches its rest. Kneeling, I pour handfuls of soil onto its side as my mother reels in its intestines with her hands. Because the hole is so shallow, we have to build a mound over its body, a hill with a heaving soul. My mother pelts its face with fistfuls of...
adarkness settings 黑暗设置 [translate] a美好的回忆Happy recollection Happy recollection Happy recollection [translate] aJust me there kneeling at your feet flowing your rules Just me there kneeling at your feet flowing your rules [translate] asunshine you mother 您照顾的阳光 [translate] ...
aO, just imagine what a heart-breaking posture it is![translate] aKneeling down---the mother seems to be helpless and powerless, but it is actually so helpful and powerful beyond anything else;[translate] aO, oh! This is not only a love demonstrated by a mother of Sichuan;[translate] ...
and my mother is clearly not in the bathroom. I walk to peek out of the bathroom window into the backyard below, but curiously, it’s closed. Through the glass I spot my mother, kneeling down near a row of plants in the garden. I temporarily forget about the breeze that had slapped ...
I wanted to devote my life to their shadows, kneeling in the grass, to understand their significance in light of everything, the curvature of the earth and the taste of wild strawberries. I wanted to expand time, to set up housekeeping in some endless meditation. But things happen. [End ...
It was a faded photo of a woman kneeling in a polka dot dress, embracing a small blonde child who grew up to be my brown-haired mother. “Why don’t you have more pictures?” I’d asked. She never answered. It had frightened me to hear my mother’s sad voice, to see the ...
went to the door and rang the bell. There was no response. The shade at a side window of Mrs. Durkee’s bedroom was partly drawn. One of the neighbors peeked into the room and saw its aged occupant kneeling at the bed. She wore her night robe and it was thought at first that perh...