Why Starving Word-Artists Need Conferences

The earth reflects our soul's need for constant revitalization. Our dry lawn shrivels as a plea for rain's kiss. But I do not bother to water the grass. I neglect the turf, much like I dismiss the aches of my clay-flesh. My aching eyes strain, but I resolve to keep my…

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Stronger than the Mountain

I squinted at step number three hundred, wavering before me. Staking my right foot in place, I gripped the rail and heaved myself onward. My lungs strained to draw themselves full, but drank the air as if sucking ocean water through a straw to quench a thirst. I clutched my swimming…

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