A pretty piece. She thought of how tired she was, how exhausted, how hungry. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. “How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted. As he gazed at these lights, they suddenly seemed to disappear, and a tremendous shock was felt throughout the frame of the boat. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed.
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