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The Well and the Rocking Chairs

In times gone by, dusty travelers were given sweet water from town wells by women with jars on their heads. Wells were a place to gather and hear news; take a moment of rest from a day’s work. Clean water, … Continue reading

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Just Like His Dad

He swaggers and sways just like his dad every gesture is the same. I smile as I watch him following his dad and hope he copies only that which is pure and true. I say something harsh and days later … Continue reading

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