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A New Place

A New Place

I found a spot all to myself. To be alone. All by myself. A place to listen to the water against the rocks, where overhead, gulls fly at ease with the wind. A place to myself. To be quiet. A place to hear the Voice of the Wind speaking the Words that for too long my...
In the Center of Silence

In the Center of Silence

When the thunder scared him as a child, he asked his mother, Is God angry, Mama? No son, she told him. The angels are bowling. He heard the sky’s rumbling as his eyes roamed the scene before him—street lamps looking like floating balls of light. Fluffs of snow fell on...

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