I felt Red’s arm close around me like a shield against the rest of the world. His mouth was against my hair, and his heart thumped violently under my cheek. I shut my eyes, and held onto his shirt with both hands, and wept.

It&#39;s so warm now, and Thanksgiving came so early - is it just me, or does it not really feel like Ramadan?

Once imbued with the idea of a mission, a great nation easily assumes that it has the means as well as the duty to do God&#39;s work.

So to me it&#39;s very similar in terms of trying to distill within the image, those elements that are gonna form, hopefully, a compelling visual statement.

Written By John Sexton

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