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Hello everyone! Here's the second section for the second part of "Dead Sand." I hope you enjoy! That deputy ain’t worth a lick for watchin’ Dance. I’...

The story of Anna’s Blankets is a special one. Anna made them by hand and sent one to each person in her family – To give them a warm hug whenever they needed one. These blankets were made with care, kind thoughts And sent on their way with love. Anna was my Mom-

Surface dreamers Lost in the moment! Passing time White drifters Those weavers Of homes, Nesting in Quiet reeds Vague as Celestial stars, Seeking...

vodkablivion our newborn hearts are conker-sized strawberry red we feast at mother’s breast in an ocean of love and all the while our strawberry...

30 degrees and rising a long wait ahead for a replacement bus - ours overheated the sun is high and hot, energy sapping hot there’s a space on a...

this breeze, seeming slight might be calmness dying, a storm’s birth it could have come from Samarkand or been in Neanderthal lungs we all breathe...

These older eyes see a crusade at the food trough a spirit of young sparrows proudly feathered. An acquired hobby photo-watching birds as children in...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Each Sabbath day – a time to praise, sing to the Lord, Most High; and think of all his work and ways, which fill my heart with joy. Your faithfulness I would make known (your thoughts are so profound), and tell of all the love you’ve shown; but fools don’t understand: …

pilgrimage during autumn's shortening days children hunt conkers for playground scrapes unpicked fruit rots on the trees leaves turn brown and me? I...