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There was one thing which really bothered me quite a lot. I was only seventeen years old. I was going to live in this village for a long time, God-willing. Lying on top of a coffin all the way to the graveyard was not going to help my social standing in any way...

PAST And so much depends      On the broken wheel of time,           Ticking...

storms in this poem, there are storms that continue to push...

Their mothers died because they were menial workers of...

River Spirit is a recent historical novel by the award-winning...

"We only live once. We only die once. How...