A week back in Oregon and my suitcase still lies on my bedroom floor. Clothes spill from its gaping maw, and I have to climb over it all en route to the bathroom or closet. I haven't been able to bring myself to unpack until today, and then discovered something odd. I brought back a few gifts, only to find that the St. Bridget’s Cross made of
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