Night Owl
A mother lays dreaming, pleasant and warm, until suddenly the images in her mind stop, as if a curtain fell in the middle of a…
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Wet Grass
As I was walking through the grass this morning, plastered in matted leaves slick and mushy from a passing overnight rain, I looked down at…
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Hateful Mornings
I hate that my children sleep, however angelically, until the clock is well past when we should have begun our morning toiling, but I also…
