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The longest necked giraffe of all could touch the moon, he was so tall. He'd bump his head against the stars and even chat to men on Mars. He'd...

In pitch darkness she was standing Her broken soul she was mending With her eyes damp She was looking for a lamp To find her way out Of darkness...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Christ cherishes his church – what care … The pattern for our families …

The plastic-skinned, black case was bedecked with a single blue collar that would allow its owner to spot it as it migrated around the conveyer belt...

Marjorie the Magic Majorette is just as magic as a girl can get; a Merlin when she's twirling her baton thats just as magic as a magic wand. She...

My Revered Teacher P K Routray At this twilight days often my past, I gaze to get nutrients for the day to keep my worries at bay. Many incidents as...

They started their life in the house that they built Married for two days their love had no guilt Sunday arrived to greet two veg and beef The...

Dream Journal: I was somewhere between the time of boyhood and manhood. The shaman stood over the body on the ground, it bulky mass and skin dark and perfect. I played the drum, earthy and simple. I played the flesh of the animal, its tone solid. I experimented with different tones; the tones of the fleshy areas and then the bony ridge with a deeper sound. I played while the wise man cut a piece of flesh off with a crude yet sharp knife that he held curved around his knuckles. He put the piece in his mouth. He handed me the knife and spoke, he told be to cut the flesh of the animal. I held the knife, if felt comfortable but my heart was unsure.

Yourself The automatic doors snark an impatient hiss and he rushes out. Clots of rain thrum the sidewalks. He ducks into a phone box and it is a...