Spiritual Warfare On The Move, Very Slowly I don’t know why, but I looked out onto the stoop of the back door. And there he was. I wondered what magic had brought him there. He wasn’t there on his own, so to speak. Next to him was an empty peanut shell, broken in half. When I first spotted him, the turtle was vigorously wrestling with one piece of the shell. Perhaps he was trying to eat it. If so, he didn’t...
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