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That butterfly She flew into my garden one day and lit upon a magnolia just to my left. With her small glorious voice she said to me: ” I’ve conquered my demons and now wear my scars as wings” She is beautiful, luminous, and precious, as she drifts through the air, weightless; carried by something… Read more
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“Now Peter and John went up together into the temple at the hour of prayer, being the ninth hour. And a certain man lame from his mother’s womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful, to ask alms of them that entered into the temple; Who… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 