While deep into the study of comparative religions in seminary school, many years ago, I was surprised to discover the many feminine faces of the Divi...
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On a recent, chilly winter afternoon, the three of us met at Grace's magical home. Clay, concrete and painted steel spheres dotted the landscape as though they had rolled down the hill in some prehistoric era, settling in gentle clumps.
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