i am up, staring at a map of italy. thinking over my life. when i die, wouldn't it be lovely if people say, " she prayed, and then the thing just happened? actually, all sorts of odd things, fashioned in another World came about, without her own might or power. her life spoke only of one thing: her God is real. over and again she would ask for the most peculiar things and then, they were."

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