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“MOM, LOOK!” my six-year-old daughter, Lena, shouted.
I glanced up from the garden, where I was clearing dried flowers.
“A worm!”
She carefully walked my way and showed me the
The Pit Bull and the Peekapoo
‘Jake!” my husband called out. “Jake!” I shouted. “Jake, where are you, boy?” Our voices echoed in the bitter wind whistling through the hickory trees. The light draining from the December sky, we tramped through the wet leaves and grass stretching b
