Category: (Easter)
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“Don’t Be Afraid”
As the dawn breaks and the mocking birds sing one last chorus of praise in the night; the morning breeze brushes your cheek and the scent of wisteria mixed with just a hint of yellow jasmine comes to you on the air. The mockers grow silent as a menagerie of their fellows take up the… Read more
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Those Eyes
I will never forget the expression on her face. I wish I could find a way to describe it. It’s been thirty some odd years now, and I can still see her eyes just as plain as if it was yesterday. Black as onyx, filled with young life and yet haunted somehow. Unforgettable, that’s for… Read more
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The Hunt
Over the years I have had folks ask me: “What in the world made you this way?” I have never been quite sure how I should take that. So in keeping with my mother’s philosophy of life, if the underlying motive for the question is not quite clear, I simply assume that the questioner is… Read more
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The Morning
It was early, sometime between the dark of night and the grayish purple of beginning dawn. A thin veil of silver mist covered the hillside as a few deer ventured out for one last time before bedding down for the day. The mockingbirds were giving over the night to the morning larks, and the stars… Read more