The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. I'm neither an infidel nor an agnostic, so I'll content myself by saying that the hand of God is in this somewhere. She will take me in until I can make some plans. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods.
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