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“Magdalene — The Seven Devils” by Marie Howe

“Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven devils had been cast out” —Luke 8:2. The first was that I was very busy. The second — I was different from you: whatever happened to you could
not happen to me, not like that. … Continue reading

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“What the Living Do” by Marie Howe

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is … Continue reading

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