http://slow.writerscafe.org/jmartinriofrio The original writings of author martinRFR en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027401 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It’s the 'belief' of god that had driven men do horrendousfeats. Not god per se. There is a big difference. I will not elaborate it toavoid ostracism; I believe you got my point.Having the religious fervor and zeal will not make yourighteous, well you are but only as confined by the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmartinriofrio/1260284/ Emma andI boarded a steamship. It’s a very large boat with no sails. When I asked herhow the boat moves along the sea, she said it was because of coals that makethe machines on the bottom whir, propelling us forward. “I see,chimneys are behind us, so the smoke may no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmartinriofrio/1258953/ Whendawn came, Emma went to town to fetch me some clothes. Even barely clothed Ibegan tending the flowers. 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