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Flight Mode

The only things real are grief and joy. As seagulls try out wheelies in the sky between blacktops, my children earn their wings on toys that were a history lesson when I was young. I leave my cell on mute, … Continue reading

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Your Monday Blessing: The Tree and the Doctor

You’ve probably heard the one about the tree who went to the doctor. “It’s bad, doc,” said the tree. “I see. What seems to be the trouble?” the doctor asked. “I should have come in weeks ago, doc, when it … Continue reading

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Your Monday Blessing: A young man’s arms

A young man’s arms will never find his granddaughter’s embrace. He knew his desire to be of service, he knew his mates, he saw Verdun, such as it was, he briefly knew a shell, and not much more remains to … Continue reading

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