Even in the Darkest Hours

Something crashes. The trash can outside? The rain barrel? What is that? In the dark (what hour is it?) I hop up from bed and run to the backdoor, my dogs growling and scrambling around my feet. I flip on the porch light to see that some boxes I had sitting on top of the …

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Rest

You're tough, my girl, I've seen your fight--- Fire deep in your gut, Dormant and dark until SNAP! Your fury bursts in Colorful flames, a terrifying Murder of crows searing high Into the gray and scattering Clouds. But when your strength Seems lost, my dear, when The void is all you feel, Rest your sweet …

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