The Snow Angel, Part Thirteen

Winter's breath needled through Amber's worn soles to bite at her toes. She trudged the walkway, burdens slipping and swinging at her sides. She clamped a stack of mail in her hand, while her arms fought to balance purse, diaper bag, and twenty pounds of wriggling flesh. Angela stretched her demand…

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Featherly Perspective

On one of THOSE days, the alarm clock fails to rouse me. After the third slap at the snooze button, I'll roll off the bed to press my forehead on the carpet in prayer. In my fogginess, I misjudge the distance and crash a bit harder into the floor than I…

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