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They rose up, drove him out of the town,
and led him to the brow of the hill
to hurl him down headlong.

(Lk 4:29)


The Unicorn

purifying
the
font by

absorbing
the poison

with his horn

so others
might
drink and
live

why must he
be
hunted and
slain

J. Janda