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Raymond and Zeeb ran fast and wildly to Bushwack to tell the king of the violence they witnessed. Both of them could not unsee the boy hanging on the arms of a soldier like trash. Zeeb’s eyes were wide awake but not the excited kind. It was an expression of shock. He still couldn’t believe… Continue reading Zeeb the Ox (6)
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She was but a pen in God's hand and what praise is due a pen? || Footnotes from life, her Bible and a bit of everything else.
A look at fiction and other bits of culture through the lens of the Bible
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