Jesus Dispels Doubt

mandala 21Just keeping my fingers busy Saturday afternoon and evening.

Good Morning

Luke 24:37-38
But they were terrified and affrighted,
and supposed that they had seen a spirit.
And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled?
and why do thoughts arise in your hearts?

They had betrayed their Master.
When Jesus needed them they had scampered.
And now they were having to deal with the shame.

Seeking forgiveness,
but not knowing where to look for it,
the disciples came back.
They gravitated to that same upper room
that contained the sweet memories
of broken bread and symbolic wine….

They cam back.
Each with a scrapbook
full of memories
and a thin thread of hope
Each knowing that it is all over,
but in his heart hoping
that the impossible will happen once more.
“If I had just one more chance.” . . .

And just when the gloom gets good and thick,
just when their wishful thinking is falling victim to logic,
just when some one says,
“How I’d give my immortal soul to see him one more time,”
a familiar face walks through the wall

My what an ending,
Or better said,
What a beginning!
Max Lucado

Keep the Faith  . . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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Happy Mother’s Day

Proverbs 31:10-31
A good woman is hard to find,
and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful,
treats him generously all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
and enjoys knitting and sewing (crocheting and quilting).
She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn,
preparing breakfast for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,
reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows;
winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing
and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
husband joins in with words of praise
“Many women have done wonderful things,
but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised is the woman
who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
Festoon her life with praises!
The Message

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And he bearing his cross went forth into . . . Golgotha. John 19:17

When the two single beams were lifted from the Lord’s bleeding shoulders and laid on those of the sturdy Cyrenian, Simon became what none ever had been, or ever would be, in all the history of the Lord’s Passion–he became for a brief space the substitute of Jesus! Simon came into Jerusalem that morning, from the village home where he had been a guest, unconscious of the tragedy enacted there during the night, and was soon caught in the throng accompanying Jesus to Calvary. Through the dense excited mass of life this heavily-built countryman forced his insistent body until he came to the edge of the procession. From this vantage point he could peer in and get sight of Jesus–could catch the weariness of His face. Was it the merest accident that Simon was taken into the heart of the tragedy? The guard looked round and saw Simon –his prominence and bulk–perhaps an unconscious sympathy growing on his face–and before Simon knew what had happened he had been dragged out from among the people and the cross was on his shoulders, and he was walking beside Jesus to Calvary.

O good fortune of the Cyrenian to have a stout body–to be born a countryman–to carry a kindly heart! It had won him an honor denied to kings and conquerors.

And none so favored as this Cyrenian, for they journeyed together within an iron wall–no man could interrupt or annoy–neither priest nor people, they were so close together that the cross seemed to be on them both. That Jesus spoke to Simon as He did to few in all His ministry, there can be little doubt, since no one could render Jesus the slightest service without being instantly repaid, and this man had succored Him in His dire extremity. What Jesus said to His substitute Simon never told. But on thing is certain in the heart of the tragedy on the way to Calvary, Simon meet Jesus, And with what kindness Jesus must have spoken to His cross-bearer as they went forward together under one cross-one common disgrace! Alone wit the Redeemer one gathers precious treasure!

For a short while this man carried the load of wood. In return, Jesus carried his sin, and that of his children after him, for by the time this Gospel was given unto the world Simon was know as the head of a distinguished Christian house–a man honored in his sons, Alexander and Rufus.

Nothing save–a few drops of blood on the ground remained of the great tragedy as Simon journeyed homeward that evening; but, in the meantime, Jesus had accomplished the deliverance of the world–and Simon, the Cyrenian, had carried the Lord’s cross!What a privilege!

Taken from the throng to carry another’s cross–Via Dolorosa with Jesus! John Watson

Everyone who met Jesus didn’t go away from that meeting the same.

The blind could see,
the dumb could speak,
lepers were healed,
mothers had their sons returned unto them,
the rich young ruler went away sorrowing,
children felt love and acceptance,
mothers realized the importance their role in their children’s lives,
Peter learned about denial and forgiveness,
Judas learned of betrayal and despair.
A Roman soldier acknowledged, ‘Truly this was the Son of God. ‘

All were changed.

Simon, how could he not become a different person , meeting Jesus on the road to the cross.

No wonder, on the day of Pentecost, as Peter preached of Jesus, all the pieces of Jesus ministry fell into place in the hearts and minds of men and women. The seed planted by John the Baptist, the sermons and parables spoken by Jesus, the watering by the miracles and the blood of the sacrifice bore fruit, about three thousand souls.

It was a simple sermon, starting softly, building in volume and intensity until the entire congregation was completely involved, repeating the phrases in unison. The sermon went something like this.

It’s Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter’s denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It’s Friday; but Sunday’s a coming.

It’s Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, “Father, forgive them.” It’s Friday; but Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, “My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?” What a horrible cry. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. And at the moment of Jesus’ death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that’s because it’s Friday, and they don’t know it, but Sunday’s a coming…” S. M. Lockridge

Luke 24:1 -9

Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee, Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again. And they remembered his words, And returned from the sepulchre, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest.

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Today’s thought – Private Prayer

Good Morning

Psalm 5:3 
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.

John Baillie (1886-1960) was born in Scotland. He was a professor, theologian, and author. I first became acquainted with him through his little book A Diary of Private Prayer. My good friend, Chris Bullard, and I were in Steele’s Christian Bookstore (used books) in Kansas City where our family was living at the time. We were browsing through the store when Chris found a copy of Baillie’s work. “This is a great book,” he said. He already owned a copy. I purchased it upon his recommendation and have enjoyed it for many years.
The following is an excerpt from A Diary of Private Prayer:
Eternal Father of my soul, let my first thought today be of You, let my first impulse be to worship You, let my first speech be Your name, let my first action be to kneel before You in prayer.
For Your perfect wisdom and perfect goodness:
For the love with which You love mankind:
For the love with which You love me:
For the great and mysterious opportunity of my life:
For the indwelling of your Spirit in my heart:
For the sevenfold gifts of your Spirit:
I praise and worship You, O Lord.
Yet let me not, when this morning prayer is said, think my worship ended and spend the day in forgetfulness of You. Rather from these moments of quietness let light go forth, and joy, and power, that will remain with me through all the hours of the day;
Keeping me chaste in thought:
Keeping me temperate and truthful in speech:
Keeping me faithful and diligent in my work:
Keeping me humble in my estimation of myself:
Keeping me honorable and generous in my dealings with others:
Keeping me loyal to every hallowed memory of the past:
Keeping me mindful of my eternal destiny as a child of Yours.
Through Jesus Christ my Lord, Amen.
(Taken from Richard Foster’s Devotional Classics, pp. 126-127.)

Psalm 55:16-17
As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me. Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.

Pray . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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Today’s thought – Memo from God

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Good Morning,

1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

Reference: LIFE

I am God.Today
I will be handling all of your problems.
Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you
that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it.
Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box.
All situations will be resolved… but in My time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box,
do not hold onto it by worrying about it.
Instead, focus on all the wonderful things
that are present in your life now

If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don’t despair.
There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.

Should you have a bad day at work;
Think of the man who has been out of work for years.

Should you despair over a relationship gone bad;
Think of the person who has never known what it’s like to love and be loved in return.

Should you grieve the passing of another weekend;
Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.

Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance;
Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.

Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror;
Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.

Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose?
Be thankful. There are those who didn’t live long enough to get the opportunity.

Should you find yourself the victim of other people’s bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities;
Remember, things could be worse.

You could be one of those, who would rather have your problem.
Author Unknown(edited)

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.  – Albert Einstein

Cast . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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Today’s thought – Keep Going


Good Morning

Hebrews 10:22
Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.

During a long race,
it is easy to get discouraged.
But what most runners know is that being familiar
with the course helps to keep up momentum and motivation.
When you know what to expect,
you’re able to pace yourself and not become discouraged
when the road seems endless.

God doesn’t map out for us the exact course of our lives.
But there are some things we can know
without a shadow of a doubt.
We know troubles will come.
We know that God will never abandon us.
We know that He has good plans for us.
And we know that He will ultimately overcome evil in the world.
That knowledge and faith helps us persevere
when the going gets tough and the race gets long.

Hebrews 10:22
Let us all come forward and draw near with true (honest and sincere) hearts in unqualified assurance and absolute conviction engendered by faith (by that leaning of the entire human personality on God in absolute trust and confidence in His power, wisdom, and goodness), having our hearts sprinkled and purified from a guilty (evil) conscience and our bodies cleansed with pure water. AMP

Keep going . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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Today’s thought – It’s Raining Tenderness . . .

2009 QubecHappy 47th Anniversary to us.

Good Afternoon,

Genesis 41:50-52
50 And unto Joseph were born two sons before the years of famine came, which Asenath the daughter of Potipherah priest of On bare unto him.

51 And Joseph called the name of the firstborn Manasseh:
For God, said he, hath made me forget all my toil, and all my father’s house.

52 And the name of the second called he Ephraim:
For God hath caused me to be fruitful in the land of my affliction.

. . . Perchance some of God’s children are even now saying,
“O God, it is raining hard for me tonight.”

“Testings are raining upon me
which seem beyond my power to endure.
Disappointments are raining fast,
to the utter defeat of my plans.
Bereavements are raining into mu life which are making my shrinking heart quiver in its intensity of suffering.
The rain of affliction is surely beating down upon my soul these days.”

With, friend, you are mistaken.
It isn’t raining rain for you.
It’s raining blessing.
For, if you will but believe your Father’s Word,
under that beating rain are springing up spiritual flowers of such fragrance and beauty as never before grew in that stormless, unchastened life of yours.

You indeed see the rain.
But do you see also the flowers?
You are pained by the testings.
but God sees the sweet flower of faith which is upspringing in your life under those very trials.

You shrink from the suffering.
But God sees the tender compassion for other sufferers which is finding birth in your soul.

Your heart winces under the sore bereavement.
But God sees the deepening and enriching which that sorrow has brought to you.

It isn’t raining afflictions for you.
It is raining tenderness, love, compassion, patience, and a thousand other flowers and fruits of the blessed Spirit, which are bringing into your life such a spiritual enrichment as all the fullness of worldly prosperity and ease was never able to beet in your innermost soul. –J. M. McC.

In everything give thanks . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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February 20, Today’s thought – It is Possible

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Good Morning

Luke 1:37
For with God nothing shall be impossible.

It is possible,
for those who really are willing to reckon on the power of the Lord for keeping and victory, to lead a life in which His promises are taken as they stand and are found to be true.

It is possible
to cast all our care upon Him daily and to enjoy deep peace in doing it.

It is possible
to have the thoughts and imaginations of our hearts purified, in the deepest meaning of the word.

It is possible
by taking complete refuge in Divine power to become strong through and through; and, where previously our greatest weakness lay, to find that things which formerly upset all our resolves to be patient, or pure or humble, furnish today an opportunity–through Him who loved us, and works in us an agreement with His will and a blessed sense of His presence and His power–to make sin powerless over us.

These things are DIVINE POSSIBILITIES, and because they are His work, the true experience of them will always cause us to bow lower at His feet and to learn to thirst and long for more.

We cannot possibly be satisfied with anything less–each day, each hour, each moment, in Christ, through the power of this Holy Spirit–than to WALK WITH GOD. McLaren

Believe in Possibilities . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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Ten on Tuesday – I Love Red!


On Tuesday’s Carole hosts ‘Ten on Tuesdays’.
She chooses a topic – we list ten items.

10 Favorite Things that are Red

My title says it all, “I love RED”

Dark RED cherries

My RED and black PJ’s

RED ink pens

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My tweedy RED sweater

RED headed little children

A ruby RED Park Avenue I used to own, I loved that car.

RED and white coffee cups

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A Christmas tree decorated with white lights and RED bulbs

A RED shawl in the knitting, hopefully done by next winter

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and RED ketchup!

but I like to be in the BLACK   .    .    .   not in the RED.

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Now the Day is Over

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Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep, blue sea.

Comfort those who suffer,
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
While all ages run.

Sa­bine Bar­ing-Gould

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September 20, Today’s thought – Two Grand Links

482012 001God’s Word reveals to me His Love.

Good Morning

Matthew 22:37-40
Jesus said unto him,
Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart,
and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
38  This is the first and great commandment.
39  And the second is like unto it,
Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
On these two commandments
hang all the law and the prophets.

Matthew 22:40

On these two – hang all the law and the prophets
– They are like the first and last links of a chain,
all the intermediate ones depend on them.
True religion begins and ends in love to God and man.
These are the two grand links that unite God to man,
man to his fellows,
and men again to God.

Love is the fulfilling of the law, says St. Paul,
Romans 13:10; for he who has the love of God in him
delights to obey the Divine precepts,
and to do all manner of kindness to men for God’s sake.

from Clarke’s Commentary

Love worketh no ill to his neighbour:
therefore love is the fulfilling of the law.
Romans 13:10 KJV

Thankful for God showing me His love . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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March 13, Today’s thought — God Asks

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The Lord is great and greatly to be praised;
He is also to be feared above all gods.
I Chronicles 16:25

“Can anything make me stop loving you?” God asks.
Watch me speak your language,
sleep on your earth,
and feel your hurts.

Behold the maker of sight and sound
as he sneezes, coughs, and blows his nose.

You wonder if I understand how you feel?

Look into the dancing eyes of the kid in Nazareth;
that’s God walking to school.

Ponder the toddler at Mary’s table;
that’s God spilling his milk.

“You wonder how long my love will last?
Find your answer on a splintered cross, on a craggy hill.
That’s me you see up there,
your maker, your God, nail-stabbed and bleeding.
Covered in spit and sin-soaked.

That’s your sin I’m feeling.
That’s your death I’m dying.
That’s your resurrection I’m living.
That’s how much I love you.”

Max Lucado~~In the Grip of Grace

Accept God’s Love . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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March 2, Today’s thought — I Carry You


Good Morning

Nevertheless I am continually with You;
You hold me by my right hand. Psalm 73:23

In the Old Testament,
when the high priest went into the Most Holy Place
once a  year to sprinkle the blood of the lamb
on the mercy sear to make atonement for sin,
he wore a breastplate that covered his heart and chest. . .
The breastplate was encrusted with twelve stones,
each one carved with one of the names of the tribes of Israel.
Wearing this breastplate signified
that when the high priest went into God’s presence,
he carried the names of God’s children on his heart.
The first of those stones was a carnelian.
And the last was a jasper
When John described the One Who sat on the throne,
he said He “had the appearance of jasper and carnelian” (Rev.4:3a).
A jasper was a clear stone, much like a diamond.
A carnelian, or sardus stone, had more the color oa a ruby . .
It is as though John was describing God saying,
even by the colors He wore,

“I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

I carry you by name on My Heart forever.”

When seated on the throne at the center of the universe,
preparing to judge the world.
Jesus gies you and me evidence we are on His heart!

Annie Grahm Lotz ~~The Vision of His Glory

Trust the one who loves you. . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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Yarn Along – Knit and Hearts


On Wednesday’s knitters go to Ginny’s to share all the wonderful projects being worked on, finished, frogged, cried over, and learned from. They also tell what they are reading and a little of the storyline or provoking thoughts. I think it is great. So many books, knitting ideas and hints on how to make knitting more enjoyable.

This week knitting along on Heather’s baby blanket
and Kathi’s shawl;
I’m seeing progress on both.
Feb 19 13 hearts 001Then Valentine’s Day slipped in
and I got sidetracked knitting heart bookmarks for ‘heart’ ones.

My audible listening has been The Thirteenth Tale
by Diane Setterfield. I enjoyed the book so much.
from Goodreads:

Biographer Margaret Lea returns one night to her apartment above her father’s antiquarian bookshop. On her steps she finds a letter. It is a hand-written request from one of Britain’s most prolific and well-loved novelists. Vida Winter, gravely ill, wants to recount her life story before it is too late, and she wants Margaret to be the one to capture her history. The request takes Margaret by surprise—she doesn’t know the author, nor has she read any of Miss Winter’s dozens of novels.

Late one night while pondering whether to accept the task of recording Miss Winter’s personal story, Margaret begins to read her father’s rare copy of Miss Winter’s Thirteen Tales of Change and Desperation. She is spellbound by the stories and confused when she realizes the book only contains twelve stories. Where is the thirteenth tale? Intrigued, Margaret agrees to meet Miss Winter and act as her biographer.

As Vida Winter unfolds her story, she shares with Margaret the dark family secrets that she has long kept hidden as she remembers her days at Angelfield, the now burnt-out estate that was her childhood home. Margaret carefully records Miss Winter’s account and finds herself more and more deeply immersed in the strange and troubling story.

Both women will have to confront their pasts and the weight of family secrets… and the ghosts that haunt them still.

If you like stories with a twist in the ending, this one is for you.

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Yarn Along – Focusing


On Wednesday’s knitters go to Ginny’s to share all the wonderful projects being worked on, finished, frogged, cried over, and learned from. They also tell what they are reading and a little of the storyline or provoking thoughts. I think it is great. So many books, knitting ideas and hints on how to make knitting more enjoyable.

Focused on these two projects this week:

This baby shawl, off the needles to see how it is growing.
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Pretty, isn’t it?
Feb14 baby 001 (2) Baby is arriving soon.

Buster is guarding this quilt,
blocks together, half of border on,
Lord willing, to the quilter this evening.

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Listening to, again, The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield, I am fascinated by the twists and turns of this book.

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