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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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Messengers

by Linda S. Swanberg I look back upon you (child who made me what I am today) skein of potentiality—unwound thread of redeeming choices how could I have known my journey would be all the longer with no end in sight? nights up alone as a youth, I read by…

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Fireflies

by Linda S. Swanberg Fredericksburg, Virginia (1953–1955) For “La” from “Ninna” In memory of Louise Swanberg, M.D. (1949–2014) firefly tips dazzle always out of reach hot breezes own Virginia nights I dream fireflies we mistake for stars all Fredericksburg asleep— town shut up, people gone home wide well of memory ripens…

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