We Have Heaven
I don’t know if it’s family tradition or something elemental that runs in our genes, but my two brothers and I communicate via email often entirely through the lyrics of […]
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Adrift in the Day
source I hear children this morning playing in the sunshine, their voices tumble down the hill and across the gravel road. two robins amuse in a game of chase, loop
Stepping Out and Dr. Zhivago
Stepping out and walking up the hill over ice-crusted snow and through the blessed darkness, Colored tree lights shine and blur the edges of