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Porcelain Girl

She couldn’t have been more than seventeen Her porcelain cheeks framed by a knit cap ­­·····and Columbia Sportswear winter coat ·····Rubber-soled Sorel boots to protect her feet from unexpected February snow As she traversed the cross walk ·····I thought the … Continue reading

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Alive and Well

A puff wafts from the doorway of the old building I scrunch up my nose at the scent, shake my head in disgust or anger perhaps is a more accurate description of my feeling I don’t smell it often in … Continue reading

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My Smoking Soapbox

This post is going to be a bit different from my usual because it is about my earthly father instead of my heavenly Father. This past Sunday would have been my dad’s 89th birthday. I say “would have been” because … Continue reading

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