I counted stucco ceiling divots in even numbers or ritualistically muttered made-up incantations ensuring family members stayed healthy. Or, I lay there, an eight-year-old bundle of fret andfear, wondering what was wrong with me and why ...
The Power of Gemstones For thousands of years, gemstones have been used as a divination tool. Nearly every culture has held the belief that gemstones possess spiritual powers that endow the wearer with certain attributes. Due to the magical powers associ
O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God.” The passage is deceptively simple. Each of the three virtues named in the passage from Micah lies in tension with the others. ...
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Some days, chants of “I swear to god” and “Stop Arguing and just get dressed” would echo through the bare stucco walls. Just as the ancestors used to do. The Laundry Mountain I have to climb almost every morning. There was one day I almost didn’t make it On Jan 6, we ...
He embraced her and kissed her cheek. “I love you, young one. Meet me by the obelisk at midnight if you wish to come with me. Otherwise, farewell.” Chylon went to Rhene’s much-used bedroom, put a chair against the stucco wall, and wormed his way through the high, small window...
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She gave a quick, chuckling7 laugh, glanced very quickly at the man in the bowler8 hat, then back at the man in the stucco gateway, who was grinning like a satyr and waving good-bye.“Good-bye, Lorenzo!” came the resonant, weary cry of the man in the bowler hat....