Summer

These deep days breathe sticky. Heat waves crash over a tepid breeze. Cricket chirps lo—————ng for fall

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I Reach for Grace

I reach for grace like stretching for a cup of water in the heat that seems too far away. – My fingers seem at best to scratch the back of worn and weathered hands that hold the drink I crave – My mind. Practical. like sluffing off a test I know I cannot ace. Should […]

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