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a statue of an angel appears to be blowing clouds into the sky from a horn

The Angel

By Phibby Venable An angel was perched delicately on the straight back chair in the corner, but everyone pretended not to see her. At least it appeared that way to fifteen – year old Katie, who couldn’t take her eyes off the golden wings and slim figure. “Mama, don’t you…

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gravel road

Departure

By Benjamin J.Chase Always, my father standsin the gravel drivewayof whatever eveningI happen to be leaving. Smiling, he waves. He stands as if to sayeverything else can wait—he will be a father,even into the cold night.As if this were no departure.

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people walking through an airport

Arrivals and Departures

By Benjamin J. Chase Sometimes I spend an afternoonon those half-padded seatsfacing glass panelsin the arrivals section,as if at the movie theater,to watch the droves of peopleentering my life. It’s cheating, I know, a way to stealan expectant glancefrom a stranger who might mistake me,for an instant,as a friend. But…

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