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Not a clue, as usual. It was just an ordinary town. On the edge of nowhere. Just a simple, quiet night. That took the world unaware. She was just an ordinary girl. Frightened of her part to play. He was just an ordinary guy. With a wife and child on the way. But He was no ordinary babe. Lying in that bed of straw. Surrounded by sheep and shepherds. Even kings bowed down in awe. Under that same old, starry night. Where one star shone out clear. A new mother held her babe.

Les migrants et le sophisme de la vitre cassée. Entretien avec Guy Mettan, directeur exécutif du Club suisse de la presse. Frank Franz est un homme politique.

Educating by atmosphere, discipline, and life. I gained a lot of encouragement in this from an Afterthoughts post. And for scheduling with Charlotte and AO I love what I learned both from Brandy Vencel. And from the blog at Sabbath Mood Homeschool. A departure from my current blogs about.

I just came back from a wonderful weekend in the mountains of Maine. Looking at the mountains, everything looks absolutely beautiful. The trees, the sky, the water below, everything. As I stood in awe of this part of. What about all the dirt that allows those trees and all the other plants to grow? What about all the dead and rotting plants and animals that nourish that soil and make it fertile? A little bit of hope.