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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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Sounds Heard on a Sunday Summer Night | Regret

Sounds heard on a Sunday summer night  By Sheikha A. were not coming from the very far beyond shushering hiss of the sea, footsteps heard in sloshes and splatters growing heavier by each advance of the heel. I won’t talk or pine about the moon so white, glaring eye of…

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