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Called it!!!!!!!!!!! As Joss would have said, here it was: The Maltese Fucking Falcon. I unfastened the tissue paper and there, nestling in it was a long brown thing that really did look like a turd. I was reluctant to pick it up, fearing that we might damage it, but managed to do so with some tissue paper. I peered intently at it, trying to work out the detail. “If you look closely, it does have markings. But it’s so worn.” “Looks more like a lump of mud.” I grinned at Ian. “Or a turd?” He went red and giggled.

It certainly was a brutal day, and the hubris to strike on Easter, dammning to say the least. The Pope could not bless the attempt, but would not discourage it...all those involved, and those thought to be involved, were hunted down like dogs... Pazzi conspiracy - Wikipedia List of popes from the Medici family - Wikipedia

Well there's a surprise!!! It wasn't quite subliminal messaging, and I have to wonder if the message stuck....

Thanks, I truly appreciate your comment. Thanks!!! Appreciate all you do for me! So true, the signs are right there! Thank you very much! The wisdom in those words is eternal. Yet I still have hope... Will we learn the lessons of the past? Thanks!!! It is appreciated! So honest and true, thanks!!

Sadly so!! The signs are there, right in front of us. Seems like some things never change. Thanks, Chris, it is appreciated Thanks Gary, this is something that has been on my radar for some time. There are times when I can't decide if it is 1937-38 or 1939

Ali is/was way to convenient and I suspect the boy knows more than he knows…

So…the real detective case to be solved is the status, shape and size of the well equipped Lawrence…oh and finally find the killer(s)…

A very interesting start…money, murder, and mysteries, sounds like a great read!

Well, this is an interesting take on the high school drama..

Well this was an impactful chapter as noted above, finding greater acceptance within the family unit with the exception of Nyrra…The dance with fertility implications and then the scene in the bedroom with Rhaelce which was just as hot as Malik holding fire…

Here’s a random thought…What if our minor noble is looking to eliminate the competition in the sale and distribution of Gryphon ash?? He knows much about it, how it is made, and imported…Would it not have been easier to check the logs and final destination of the arriving ships/wagons cargo coming from the southeast? The idea of a quality maille shirt will prove to be a wise move…

Who knew?? Kinda makes me rethink about rainbow trout… Starting with Jacy driving…and take your gun if you feel that strongly along with the pen camera

The stage is set, the nagging question remains, did Judayah of the Festering Boils survive his meeting with Septimus after running like a whipped dog from the valley?

Or a Little Duce Coup???

So...trying to fix this 'issue' by himself is working splendidly...ask Pete, thank goodness he showed up...now who in the heck is Niran??? It would seem to me that he can contest, and I believe he will lose... What is Pete's relationship to the family and how does he know all of this??? Marvin and Devon are good for Kent...and pleased to see he's staying...

One hopes Bartos is in time, and the Dreader eats its host....

An incredable introspective of a life lived, and choices made, leaving one with plenty of food for thought... This is worth the time to read folks!

A wonderful effort in capturing a life lived, and choices made...the following resonated with me... Oh, that I could relive that exquisite summer, when life wasn’t about decisions and gentle companionship was enough, adulthood being something for others

Some lessons are the hardest to learn... Ephemeral fingers brushing quivering skin, speaking to their descendants on a cellular level, hoping they’ll listen before it’s too late.

How far can one be pushed? You said you'd protect me, you didn't You said you'd heal me, you didn't You said you'd never leave, you did

This spoke volumes to me... I love you not as shelter or escape, but as the place I choose to stand exposed. I do not promise ease. I promise form— a body present when the world feels close.

You gave a fine voice to what it must have felt like to be a cowboy... I loved the following... He could ride for the wages, ride for the land, Ride for the memory of his father’s hand. Or turn his horse toward a softer life, One without storms, hunger, or strife. But a cowboy’s heart ain’t built for ease— It leans toward wind and open seas Of prairie grass and drifting herds, Where silence speaks louder than any words.

The undertones are bubbling to the surfaces... Carlo’s tone lowered. “They say Lorenzo meets daily with envoys... except the Pazzi. The Palazzo Pazzi burns candles till dawn. For charity, they claim.” He winked. “Florence breeds many charities.” Matteo forced a polite smile. “Then may their good works multiply.” Once a tomcat... On a stool sat a girl of sixteen, her chemise slipping from one shoulder as an apprentice sketched her leg. She bit her lip, uneasy but holding the pose. Danilo’s eyes lit. “By Saint Anthony! Florence keeps her angels in workshops!” He bowed extravagantly. “Fair madonna, the saints must be jealous.” The girl stifled a giggle. Matteo hissed, “We are here on business.” Danilo grinned. “Then this is the finest business in Florence.” He plucked a ribbon from her sleeve, kissed it solemnly. “A relic already.”

Looking forward to this batch as well!

First They Came, revised With thanks to, Martin Niemoller, Joseph Gobels, Donald Trump, Pete Seeger, Matthew 20:40-45 All quotations were taken from the public domain. First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out because I was not a socialist. A lie once told remains a lie, but a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth.(JG) “They let — I think the real number is 15, 16 million people into our country. When they do that, we got a lot of work to do. They