The pilot conded the ship safely into the harbor.

We die, even as the winds of Autumn fade, Expiring in the frore and foggy air.

Sandra Calkins, Enrico Ille and Richard Rottenburg Civic orders in the Sudans are wanting. They do not achieve what they are meant to achieve on their own, and it is always a bit of a puzzle why exactly one thing is accomplished instead of ...

In this process the human mediator's own role was significantly increased from that of middleman theurge to god-imitating demiurge, not only bringing the images to life inside himself in the form of an “inner sculpting,” but...giving them external form as spirits as well.