I was at church every time the doors were open. I started learning more about the Bible and even got baptized in the back of the church in a toddler pool.

It was a beautiful contrast to see her beside her mistress, like a glittering star in attendance upon the pale and almost vanishing moonsickle.

A different vocalization, a girn, simiular to a cat's purring, was observed in infants reunited with their mothers...

Furthermore, Byron's dove is not nearly so naïve as Coleridge's dovely Christabel, and the reader gets the sense that this carefully invested holy dove might just transcend the ordinary expectations of the human—[…]