One day a Native American boy asked his father, “Father, how did we (siblings) get our names?” “Well,” said the father, “When your sister was born, I came out of the tepee and the first thing I saw was a soaring eagle, so we named her Soaring Eagle. When your brother was born, I came out [...]
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I’ve always been invisible. I mean, people see me, but they look only at what I can provide for them. They’ve never seen the real me, if such a thing even exists anymore. I’m simply known as the Egyptian maidservant. Ah, one day someone noticed me. “Hagar,” Sarai breathed out. The sound of my name on [...]
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22. February 2009
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