I lift the lid of the heavy wooden hope chest in our entryway. I'm young—ten or eleven—and it's a feat for my skinny arms, but I manage it, propping …
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PEEK INTO THE NOVELIST
~ 1 ~ THE END. She typed finality across the center of the page and closed the laptop with a snap. What would it be this morning? She turned to …
DIP INTO THE SPOON OF AN OAK
Dip into the spoon of an oak Dip into the spoon of an oak where emerald air steeps an inward morning and you read the covering of leaves …