Star Shaped
Leaning against his favorite tree, Abraham swept the hair back from his son's eyes. He pointed to the inky sky. "See those stars, Isaac?""Mama says other nations worship them.""Yes. Some even think they predict the future."The lights twinkled in Isaac's deep brown irises. "But, we don't believe that."Abraham smiled. "We worship…
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July 15, 2012