stay soft in your heart, as the rain
quick in your care, as an embrace
fair in your features, as a countenance
reflecting the heart of your maker.
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An Excerpt From My Novel
Not everyone in the parking lots on Baker Street saw the amber-hooded track star, painting her lips with ruby red, sitting insid...
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you know you're in the middle of America when the first notable sign coming into town is not the green city limits sign, but the high sc...
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the bobcat's caterwaulin' the old dogs whimpering the children like kittens cuddle Mamaw tossing and turning, timber settling in th...
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In an attempt to understand the changes happening in my own community, I determined to discover who was behind the purchase of two of our la...
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