When empty is full

When empty is full

AS MORNING’S first light nudged the last of the darkness, Mary Magdalene walked with heavy heart and feet along the dirt road. The garden’s birdsong and fragrant blossoms, usually welcomed, suffocated her and assaulted her senses.  Mary’s first encounter with...

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