How restful it is to sleep under the shadow of a willow in an Anatolian village in summertime.

Pakusvika kwega kwega kuZuva, masolar arrays anodzokera kuseri kwemumvuri wenhoo yekupisa, achisiya chikamu chidiki chete chiri pachena kumaranzi ane simba eZuva.

Isu takanga taenda kunoona mimvuri midzanga pakutanga husiku ihwohwo.Īt each approach to the Sun, the solar arrays retract behind the heat shield’s shadow, leaving only a small segment exposed to the Sun’s intense rays. We had gone to watch the shadow puppets earlier that night. Sami aive akatarisa mumvuri wechandelier. Sami was looking at the shadow of the chandelier. Kese kamwe kamwe, bhero remberi repasuwo rakaridza uye rima rakasviba remurume akasviba achipinda murunyararo. Tariro yakafanana nezuva, iro, patinofamba tichienda kwariri, rinokanda mumvuri wemutoro wedu shure kwedu.Īll of a sudden, the front door bell rang and the dark shadow of a lone man slipped in quietly. Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us. Mari yepasirese kazhinji haigone kuverengwa- ingangoita madhora zviuru zvisere emadhora akaraswa munzvimbo dzemitero, mumvuri webhengi system inokura kupfuura inokwanisa kutarisirwa nemazvo. Global capital is too often unaccountable- nearly $8 trillion stashed away in tax havens, a shadow banking system that grows beyond the reach of effective oversight. Mumvuri werufu uri kutenderera pamusoro penzvimbo. The shadow of death is hovering over the area. He stood from the wall, his slender figure casting an elongated shadow across the hallway.Īkamira achibva pamadziro, murume wake akapfava achikanda mumvuri murefu padivi pecharera. Nemumvuri wake weziso mumvuri uye jasi rehunje, Mary aive akabata. With her green eye shadow and rabbit fur coat, Mary was cliche. Sami akarota kuti mumvuri wake wakatsauka kubva patsoka dzake ndokutanga kumutandanisa.

Sami dreamed that his shadow detached from his feet and started chasing him. Zuva rakanga rakavanzwa mumumvuri wemwedzi. Kunyangwe ndichifamba mumupata wemumvuri werufu. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. Of course, I knew it was your shadow the minute I saw it.Įhe, ndaiziva kuti waiva mumvuri wako miniti yandakauona. Semwana mudiki, ndaiziva kuti taigara mumumvuri wekudonha kwemari uye kwepamoyo. Nditeerere, Sikes akadzidziswa kuita chipoko, mumvuri.Įven as a little kid, I knew we lived in the shadow of financial and emotional collapse. Listen to me, Sikes is trained to be a ghost, a shadow.

uye chakaita somumvuri wakawira pamusoro pechiso chake. and it was like a shadow fell over his face.Īkatarisa kumusoro.

Proof beyond a shadow of a doubt