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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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New Year / The Rabbit’s Gone

by Jean Howard New Year  Though all day the sky laid its lid, heavy clay sealing the horizon, Gray fell with thickness on hills, ran its muck through the scrub oak. Hours clogged into prints made in snow, once brilliant and dazzling with promise. With the heavy hand a sculptor…

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