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Story 8 – “Dear Mother…”
The morning service was over but many still lingered inside. It was dark and stuffy. The heavy scent of incense almost suffocated Valentina Filipovna and the sticky wax candle in her hand flickered and smoked heavily. “Gospodi pomiluy.” – Several wax drops fell into the holder and Valentina Filipovna put her candle on them. –… Continue reading
