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{the cottage}

I used to dream of runningto a cottage by the sea,or a cabin in the woods,where I could breatheand I could be.I would write, and I’d hopeand I’d heal and I’d pray,and I wouldn’t come back,until all was ok.But I never ran,and I never roamed,‘Cause if I left til I was betterthan I’d never come …

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FEARLESS.

Last week at Sunday school, I taught the story of Daniel to my rowdy group of preschoolers. They were entranced. I mean, who doesn’t love a good story with royalty, creepy, conniving villains, perilous man-eating lions, and a fearless hero that escapes against all odds? They loved it. In fact they were so enthralled, that …

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{catch flame}

Fragmented phrases blow through my mind like the autumn leaves around me.I think I know how to writeuntil i sit before this paper.What a cruel fellow he is, his empty lines mocking me, his legion of vacant pages laughing and teasing and emphasizing my inability.I may not have the words yet, but I have a …

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Hard, but good.

If I had to sum up the last month of my life, I’d do it in three simple words: Hard, but good. I’d be lying if I said it was all sunshine and roses. Figuratively (and literally) it’s been howling winds and changing colors. Not the slow, glowy transition from one season to another that …

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Summer is over.

I love Fall. I love watching the leaves change from green to strawberry pink to flaming red to sunset orange. I love the tastes of pumpkin pie and spicy hot tea, and the crisp, aromatic smells of a world about to fall asleep. I used to wish my birthday was in September or October. Its …