A tiny house nestled in the deep forest. Sharing the ancient life of the deep forest folk. My soul breathes, but I cannot see the sky. A tiny house, i...

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My Tiny House

“Where were you?” is my soliloquy concerning angels. “Why so capricious in whom you protect and whom you abandon?” I gnaw at the elusive being...

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An Angelic Soliloquy

It rained six years ago on this date. I spent that day running errands and fielding phone calls. I sat on the first step of the stairs to the basement...

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Your Flight Home