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Enjoy a little fiction this month! They live in the screened in porch all summer long, particularly on these hot days when the ancient...

In the mornings I rise easily, called from bed by birdsong and the lowing of various farm animals stirring. No matter if it’s full sun...

The pinecone sat beside the ashtray which was overflowing, the butts rolling carelessly onto the once white lace doily that Alice found...