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9. Smoke rose from his nostrils, from his mouth devouring fire (coals were kindled at it).
9. Smoke rose from his nostrils, from his mouth devouring fire (coals were kindled at it).
“No tumulto das paixões terrenas e das adversidades, surge a grande esperança da misericórdia inexorável de Deus. Corramos confiantes ao tribunal da penitência onde Ele, com ansiedade paterna, espera-nos a todo instante.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina