![Hello? Fun?](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
It comes to a close. The end of an achievement, the last paragraph of a pivotal chapter. The only one of its kind, the only one that will ever be.I wo..
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![The Butterfly Effect](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Part I
From 12:01AM of the birthday itself, I set out to make this year of my life the one in which I left nothing behind. At 44, a duplicate..
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![Towers](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I’ve lived within a tower of self-defense.
It’s not as if I pledged myself to a dark and sinister path, or expected to end up enc..
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![1994.04.06](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Once upon a time I wrote several manuscripts that were meant to serve as a flagship series. And while the story was decent, the narrative was amateu..
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![On the Front Lines of Spring](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I walk to work. Birds sing for a while and then disappear behind the drone of vehicles and grinding, and when the war begins anew, I duck my head.Dogs..
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![Our Great Shepherd](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Our Great ShepherdOnce upon a time, high on a stunning lush-green hilltop in the county of Seaside Serenity, a flock of sheep grazed. Their safety ass..
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![A Mighty Story](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I worked hard to be here.To be in a place where I could sit up straight and look down. And see the roots. To behold the extent of their depth in a see..
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![To the Children of Unloving Parents](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
To the Children of UnlovingParentsIt’s not your fault. There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s something wrong with THEM.There&rsquo..
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![The Sunshine in June](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The sunshine in June. Life-giving, welcoming, capable of indiscriminate wholesale annihilation.On a bright day at the threshold of summer, I pedaled o..
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![Window](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
April 24. Evening.Glancing through the window of my childhood home. Something.Oddly compelled, I wandered outside to experience it. Birds, shadows, pe..
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