New mercy

On the inside, I was a little girl in pigtails, clapping my hands and squealing with delight, jaw dropped in rapt fascination.  In reality, I'm quite certain I released an audible gasp, flew down the stairs, and as I grabbed my camera and flung open our...

Rain{ a pensieve } Compelled by gravity and God, hers is an earthward descent,blinding or invisible, a presence both welcomed and not.Steady drumbeat, fitful tap, Creation's percussion.Her drench brings life to thirsty ground,but over zealous she pours...

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