Mother Wove the Morning - Carol Lynn Pearson
One day my father brought home with him a man who wore the scarlet and violet robes and the headdress and the gold and precious gems and the perfume of the Levite priest, one of the chosen, ruling priesthood of the great god Jaweh. And my father said, "Look, here is a Levite priest who has no lodging but the street, and he will be my guest, him and his asses and his concubine."
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