Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites not seraphim. The angel that up-ended Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended, and was adept at wrestling. She wore a cobra like a girdle. Yet his bone mending he spent some several tedious weeks marking the bed they’d shared, with a great stone.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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