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An online Catholic family poetry and art magazine with textbooks
The shadows are like
So newly polygonal
In this place, you know?
I need to thank God
For shoestrings that are lovely
My friend is so near
I thought about, after I thought
about a painting, thank God.
It's not pictured here,
but the dreams are connected.​
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Every lovely beauty
dream,
Darling homies,
let's listen to
our mp3's,
Thank God
Sanskrit is beautiful,
and so is Latin.
Lenguas antiguas son tan bonitas, and so are modern languages.
Dona nobis pacem,
no más violencia
THE LIFE OF DOLLY JOHNSON
This is a story about a woman
who loved hydrogen.
By Beautiful Friend and
Sara Kumar
​William Johnson was the youngest
of Dolly’s three children, and he
loved to dress in beautiful black
coats, like his uncle, Sam
Johnson did. William Johnson was
born in February of 1858.
Pictured above is the same man,
William, who was presented with
a silver-hand cane, when he
visited then President Franklin D.
Roosevelt in Washington, D.C. in
the year 1937.
Photograph is Courtesy of Library of Congress.
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