Just South Of November~Kelli Woodford

Just South Of November~Kelli Woodford

Just south of November, it begins to rain.   The air is heavy in my lungs and on my face. Like a vapor. Somewhere near the corner of the house I hear a persistent rustle which I first mistake for tears from heaven, dropping on bare branches. But further listening...
A Small Intrigue ~ John Blase

A Small Intrigue ~ John Blase

God folded his love over and over and over, like a note from a childhood crush, until it became small enough to fit in a thimble, a feat quite impressive for such a grand God. The thimble tumbled in the afternoon sun and glistened just long enough for a little girl to...

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