Pes mou, the driver said to us at the taxi stand, leaning against his car, all bored and beautiful.
His noiseless blooming in the callous earth. I followed a dry-bone branch, spiderweb-cracked, off the Running Turkey.
on a movie set and you see the doctor
I chose it,went willingly,put in
the timewith the dioceseand my sponsor,
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My father, a conscientious objector and lifelong man of peace, handed me the revolver and told me that his father would have wanted me to have it.
Light cut through the darkness that filled the nave, rousing Pastor Kane from sleep.
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—a spectrum, an immeasurable gradient, during and after which
the places where you were can be tracked over a sprawling landscape
I wanted to play Gabriel in a tinsel crown,but was cast as the Little Drummer. I hoped to carry the crucifix, to ferry the chalice down the long corridor of St. Aloysius
