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Every day for over a week, I knelt before a makeshift altar in my bedroom, anchored myself to my breath and performed a most Herculean feat: twice daily, hour-long meditations.

She knelt before them, one at at a time, and silently paid her gratitude.

He continued: "Only a few seconds after punches were aimed by both of you, you tripped Mussie and he fell to the ground... As he knelt, you rained further punches down on his head."

He knelt before the body bag and pulled back the cover.

Finding scratch marks on a cell wall that he believes he made, he knelt down and began to cry.