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Original, generic appearance of Wojak. Wojak (from Polish wojak, loosely 'soldier' or 'fighter'), also known as Feels Guy, is an Internet meme that is, in its original form, a simple, black-outlined cartoon drawing of a bald man with a wistful expression.
In feminist spiritual circles, a "Croning" is a ritual rite of passage into an era of wisdom, freedom, and personal power. [3]According to scholar Clarissa Pinkola Estés, the Crone is "the one who sees far, who looks into the spaces between the worlds and can literally see what is coming, what has been, and what is now and what underlies and stands behind many things.
The Oxford English Dictionary, which finds the term first used in 1904, derives it from the noun scrump, meaning "something withered or dried up", not specifically apples. Other claimed derivations include a noun scrimp with the same meaning, derived from a verb scrump, meaning "to steal fruit".
Withers are the ridge between the shoulder blades of an animal, typically a quadruped.In many species, this ridge is the tallest point of the body. In horses and dogs, it is the standard place to measure the animal's height.
Withering away of the state is a Marxist concept coined by Friedrich Engels referring to the idea that, with the realization of socialism, the state will eventually become obsolete and cease to exist as society will be able to govern itself without the state and its coercive enforcement of the law.
Jesus Heals the Man with a Withered Hand by Ilyas Basim Khuri Bazzi Rahib (1684) According to St. Jerome, in the Gospel which the Nazareni and Ebionites use, which was written in Hebrew and according to Jerome was thought by many to be the original text of the Gospel of Matthew, the man with the withered hand, was a mason.
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The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing! O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a fairy ...