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Bridal White
Say yes to the dress. There’s power in the dress. I remember my sister standing in the dressing room as she stepped into the puddle of white satin on the floor. The puddle became an armor of white. Bridal white. At twenty-three, I was reluctant to get a wedding dress. I couldn’t bear to go… Read more
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Kinship
The artists couldn’t have been more different. One used a palette knife to sculpt landscapes of heaven. He caught the flickering glint of stars and swirling clouds of gas and light with oily pigments. He imprisoned the light and wonder of Orion, caught his bow in mid-aim. His kin captured the magnificence of the heavens… Read more
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Ceraunophilia (n) loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful
“The lightning webbed and arced across the black sky. Thunder of a thousand sonic booms shook the whole house. It did it again and again and again. “I got it on my camera, look. It’s phenomenal. I bet it goes viral. “What do you think?” asked Sadie. “Look, here it comes again. James Weldon Johnson’s… Read more
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Phone Runner
The crowd-in-a-box jerked into silence when the shrill squeal pierced their ears.
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Welcome Back
No. I’d been gone four days, strangers had been in to feed him, and he needed cream now.
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Skipping Stones
Bart Goins, ten-year-old, Davis Lake Rock skipping champion has been suspected of cheating.
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Reflection
Susan would have been hot anywhere, anytime, wearing anything, with or without the fan.
Devonne Brown 