The Swing
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The Swing

Chubby hands clutching the ropes. “Higher! Higher,” she squeals. Only clouds and sun and sweet wind kiss her face. No cares, no worries. And nurturing hands push her upward.   More securely now, small hands on the ropes, “Higher! Higher,” she screams. Bows and ribbons and grass and tops of trees; Innocence on her lips,...

A Warrior’s Tears
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A Warrior’s Tears

The room is dark, and the bottle is close.  As she raises it to her lips with trembling hands, she knows that the burning liquid will dull the ache in her heart…for a moment. What she doesn’t see is the lone figure standing in the corner of her room, sword hanging loosely by his side,...

Persevering Like the Snail
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Persevering Like the Snail

We’ve all done it.  We’ve all invested time and energy into someone or something and then come to the horrible conclusion that nothing is changing.  Nothing we seem to do or say helps them or changes them or even seems to reach them. When is it enough?  When do we stop hoping, stop trying…stop praying?...

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