The Love that Counts
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I buried my face in the blooms of snow-white peonies. Soft petals tickled my tender four-year old face. Their fragrance filled my senses. I picked the biggest blossom and separated…
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Deliverers and Dreams in the River
It was so real. I was 61 and pregnant. I’d done the test, it was positive. A tiny baby lived in me. All that was great. But I cried to the…
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