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angel weddingThe angel was a cupbearer for those who were being wed. He had seen so many wedding feasts that he saw little joy in the celebration. But one day as he brought the bridal cup to to a new husband and wife he overheard him whisper to his beloved "You are mine and i am yours." and for a moment he was bathed in their reflected love. As soon as his duties concluded he hurried home. She was sitting on a large chest, sewing. He put his arms about his surprised lover. "Let us be wed and let the world see our love." He whispered. She was taken aback. "Why now, my love?" He shrugged and smiled. "For you are mine andangel wedding
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angel 2Two angels flew together One blind, one wounded. He helped her to fly high and sang her sad songs. She told him tales of mountains blue and forests of green that passed as a blur beneath them. Said he. “ I will always hold you in my arms and lift you to great heights.” Said She. “I will always paint pictures on the canvas of your mind so that you can see the world as I perceive it.” And it was enough. He had not been born blind but was made so by the wounds the world had given him and deep in his heart there was one wound that had never healed. One day in a storm this wound oangel 2
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THE MAN WHO LIKED EGGSTHE MAN WHO LIKED EGGSTHE MAN WHO LIKED EGGS
My name is, or was, Tom Underhill. I came to this benighted town on St. Swithins day a year ago when the warmth of the summer was coursing through the earth making nature, at least, seem a friend of all creatures. The town was not so kind to its citizens. The church controlled all manner of transactions from the importation of goods, the disposal of land, the exorbidant rents and the demeanour of its citizenry. To be fair, it was not the church itself, but the person of Bishop Warwick. His white hands held the throat of all. A vicious petty man who`s breath stank of the corruption within. As an a
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