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 Some days I only hear the saddest songs They resonate and vibrate in my mind Like an organ in a cathedral Everything I see shaded in hues... [read more] |
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You, Sir John, are not the only one to hope for an authentic, local English Orthodox tradition: I, too, hope and pray for the same cond... [read more] |
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. . . but the soul that is greatly vexed, which goeth stooping and feeble, and the eyes that fail, and the hungry soul, will give thee... [read more] |
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During this Great Lent, I have much to be done. That said, I beg Merciful Christ to keep me alive through the duration. Begin, my soul... [read more] |
 1. 'A house divided against itself is the prime objective of my Presidency' 2. 'Government of the people, by the people, for the peop... [read more] |
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Anxious to flee this failing carcass, my rank farts are like impatient refugees, lined up at the border crossing point's entrance. Kya... [read more] |
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From the Silk Route, a pair of sheer, yellow stockings, for Toyo: his feet and smooth legs sheathed in sunshine; both of you... [read more] |