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Rachel Mealey in Tokyo: Japanese people believe dolls have souls and cannot be thrown away with the rubbish.

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Marjorie Pineda-Uy: Arrhae or most popularly called wedding coins or arras symbolizes the groom’s ability to support his bride.

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Non-Fiction by Alex Epstein: The last man in the world wrote the last haiku in the world.

The reconstruction of the crime scene, which took place on the very same night as the murder, indicated that the winged creature was shot in the back of the neck as he stood relieving himself. Ten measures of wonders fell to the earth, Jerusalem received more than nine. Early in the morning the city sanitation crew washed the spatter of piss and blood from the Western Wall.
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Like many superheroes, in her everyday life she works at a dreary job: as a clerk at the post office. But from time to time she has to use her special powers even from behind the counter. Once a thief entered her post office and pointed the gun in his trembling hand at her. She said, The Buddha’s heart was also not on the right side. Enlightenment was within reach.

The bearded man who spontaneously combusted on Queen Helen Street in Jerusalem and burned to death was assumed to be a failed suicide bomber, but all suspicions were cast off after it turned out that A) no explosive residue was found in the area, B) two days before the incident he bought himself a membership to the museum, and C) he wasn’t an Arab. The passersby who saw him ignite described the flames as sky blue. The fire burst from his belly and lower back simultaneously and enveloped him instantly. He had no time to cry for help.

And so this painter used to go into residential buildings, jam a match into the light switch in the hall, drag his easel up the stairwell in search of another door he would paint, and so on. (Sometimes he would stay and work in the stairwell in the classic silence of night.) He painted, in oil on canvas, more than three hundred doors. It’s not unreasonable to assume that all his life he has loved the same woman.

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עומר אדםI thank You every morning
That You returned my soul to me
I thank you for the clothing
That You placed on my body
So that I won’t be cold. You watch over me.
I thank you every morning
For the light, and for my very existence
I thank You for the bread
That You placed on my table
So that I won’t know hunger. So that I won’t know pain.
For my countless smiles, I thank You
For all my talents, and for all my songs
And for my songs, I dedicate them all to You
Know, know, that I thank You
I will scream out to You, mighty is Your name.
My life is Yours, my heart is Yours, my thanks is Yours
I will call out to You, Hashem. I will call out to You Hashem.
I thank You every morning
For my strength and my father and my mother
I thank You for the rain that you placed in my fields.
You take care of my loved ones. You gave me my life.
For the day of rest, I thank You
For abundance and blessing and family
All of me exists only because of You
Know, know, that I thank You
For all of my failures, I thank You
For my disappointments, my fears, my stumbling blocks
They are all for my benefit
There is nothing in my heart besides thanks for You.

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