
Mary yearns to see Jesus’ face.
Continue readingThe old man speaks of phantoms. He lay on his death-bed, and his face is ashen and sickly.
“Our home,” he says, “it’s haunted. Haunted by my sins. Haunted by my father’s sins, and his father’s sins.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
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Continue readingSnowstorms continue – no end in sight.
Continue readingOut at sea, monsters circle us.
Continue readingThe silence of space is deafening.
Continue readingThe mad king burns the village.
Continue reading“Don’t look down!” the skydiver screams.
Continue readingIn my dreams, I’m buried alive.
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