miracle

Prof Fataar is equally bleak about the future: "I can't see, bar a miracle, how we can increase the finances for poor schools."

"My farm has become something of a local miracle. People travel from far-off places just to see the apple trees growing under the hot Maharashtra sun."

Barring any interjections from the weather it would be a minor miracle if this contest now stretches through until Saturday.

The reveries always end poorly, usually with me shouting something like “Your body is a miracle!” and their owner robot escorting me off its property.

Or, to paraphrase a Virginia Woolf line from “To the Lighthouse” that Rhys invoked earlier: ������ gets us through are “little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.”