* Warning: This post may be graphic and offensive. With the rancid smell of smoke in the air, gaudy streetlights,…
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Recovery
Faint. (edited)
Perspective is an interesting thing. All this while I had been peering through a window into a dusty room searching…
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Special Sunday. (edited)
“Wai Jia, will you come to the front and stand here with me. We want to pray with you as…
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Special Day.
“So what does this mean?” “It means you’ve Recovered. We’re discharging you, that’s what. I see a grown-up young woman…
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Crowned.
February to September were difficult months last year, some more excruciating than others. Nonetheless, though my eyes could not see…
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Feet of Clay.
It’s like being given a new pair of legs when you’ve been crippled all your life, a new set of…
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