The scent of rotting chicken, or any meat for that matter, is disgusting, certainly, but is nowhere near the scent of rotting potatoes. That's unholy.
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In later life, I came to see that faith, like hope, is a rope and anchor in a shifting world. Faith cannot be questioned, only lived. And if I could not grasp it then, I felt its heartbeat, which is love.