It was about half past midnight when the alarm sounded, summoning the employees to the cafeteria for tea. A trembling voice, sad and heavy with indescribable emotion, said, "Look at me, Elizabeth. She seems tired." It was Norilus. He himself, dressed in his usual robes, was complaining of pain in his left knee for the past two years, caused by the temperature of a cold storage room, which was bringing on premature signs of aging. After asking his companion for help sitting do

Because some of us weren’t built for the soft life — we were built for the right life, carved in patience, woven with courage, and baptized

The country is still in darkness, and the citizens are never happy with the State of things. Every day, Haitians are on the run from gangs,

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Your fruit buds my obsession. I enjoy exploring your paradise. Visiting your planet is landing My dream to an infinite galaxy...