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I knelt, with all my doors and windows locked, clutching my rosary in one hand. I pressed its beads with sweaty fingers while repeating the prayers I knew by heart. I was tempted to re-check the locks and bolts, but once the sun set, I knew my protection rested on my prayers and the holy water I’d sprinkled along each threshold.
✍ Posy Churchgate
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
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