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Tortured and passionate, he sang as if blood, not music, were coming from his mouth.
Their attitude is a calm acceptance. They say simply, “We all must die—no one knows the hour or the trouble and pains we may have to bear before our days are ended. Give thanks to God that we are alive this day and free to breathe the sweet air and hear the brown bird in the tree.”
“Don’t be afraid of what you don’t know. That kind of fear kills you without you realizing. Like bleeding inside.”
The wind rippling through fields of sunbaked lavender.
The building towered over the little fishing village like an enormous ship.
The setting sun had turned the sky into a bonfire. Tiny charcoal clouds drifted across the sea, glowing red where the dying rays touched them.
