No sooner did I find God, and His Nazarites, which I am one, then did my landlady throw a bomb into the little room I rented, and I have not been the same hence. Nelda had gone to college and mastered in the lost cosmologie of women of the Levant. She told me how armed men came into the cresent of goddess worship and turned it upside down, they stealing their star, and their moon, that it now became my mission to get back, and return it to the rightful owner.
That was twenty-seven years ago. Today is my birthday. I stayed up late last night watching the beginning of the lunar eclipse, and then I went to bed. But before I did, I prayed for the women fighters of Kobane.
This morning, I awoke to see that the tide had changed! Hurrah! The United Nations has called for the forces of good…
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