Category: #spirituality
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Journey’s – Part I – The House
My husband Frank dug a trail to the door. The snow was about three feet deep. When we pulled up, we were surprised to see that nothing had been shoveled — not even a thin path to the door. When the realtor arrived, he told us the key was in the back of the house.…
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The street was alive this morning. Red lanterns were strung across the streets and rose towards the clouds with the morning breeze. Neon signs written with Chinese characters lined the street. Shop windows displayed lucky cats alongside food items, herbal medicine, tea shops and odds and ends. The food stalls were busy. People spoke in…
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