Blindly we stumble
Routelessly wobbling on the
Edge of the abyss
Xanthins run down our spines
In part we are also to blame
They are in power because of us.
xanthins:a yellow pigment

Blindly we stumble
Routelessly wobbling on the
Edge of the abyss
Xanthins run down our spines
In part we are also to blame
They are in power because of us.
Well this is different Ani, a two legs who is almost as good as a four legs 💜 Read at source.
Today is the eleventh day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.
Annya was busy, she had three rooms left to do. Then another hallway, after that she would be through. Suddenly her vacuum died and went quiet, turning round she found the housekeeper looking concerned and white!
“According to our records you were a doctor in your country, is that true?” “Yes“ replied Annya, thinking that was another life, “just what is that to you.”
Jean smiled “It is that young couple staying David’s room they have no money and she is not well. Could you check her out? I will get Hannah to finish off your rooms.”
Without another word the two women made for David’s snug Annya pleased to be able to use her given expertise, felt like giving the Jean a hug! When they arrived Mares looked stressed with pain, fear in her eyes. When she was told of Annya’s skills she was so relieved she cried. Irena was there, she smiled at Annya “you need to reassure our patient that we know nature’s tricks and what she has now is a case of Braxton Hicks.”
Annya checked Mares out and with Irena she agreed, that Mares needed rest. A safe place for the couple to stay was of great need.” Jean said that would be fine David was sharing with the concierge and the couple had a good effect on business so the manner certainly did not mind.
Irena gently told Mares that before she had travelled here to be a maid she had been a midwife and Annya was a doctor. So a birthplan the three of them made. Jo was so relieved he went for a walk and as he was hoping Gabe turned up for a talk. Gabe told him to fear not that all would go well and after the babe was born as soon as Annya told them all was well they should pack up and go.
Happily humming Annya almost skipped along to her room and from the very back of her cupboard she dug out her Drs bag and her books from where they had laid hidden in the gloom.At last she thought, I can again do just what I love, even if it was just for a short time it was like a gift from up above. Irena, too was happy she and Annya were good friends they had travelled to this hotel together and now together they could practice medicine again!
Magi.com had landed and were Hilton bound in their hired limousine they needed food , drink and rest but after that to find the babe they were very keen. After research on the plane they were even more determined not to contact herod.com again.
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