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*** My coffee cup is my dog, a hand-painted Terrier of Amal from the Emerald Isle. When full and steaming it'..

*** Her hands are dark and knotted. Spots cover thin arms. The wheelchair sits by the window. ..

*** It lasts but an instant, wings stretched taut above the hawk like arms of a drowning swimmer's final desperate reach. ..

Assist to Ken e Bujold

*** The wind tries to create snowfall out of pear blossoms. It bends limbs as breezes travel their length and slam ..

*** Boss man gave me my mission a repossession up in Winnemucca, a Winnebago, and wouldn't you know it, it's winter. I ..

*** The family that lived in the wrecked empty car were driving too fast for the curve. Flying is the safest mode of trav..

*** Once you've become a starling counter it's impossible to not look up. The crick in my neck is evidence of my devotion to duty as..

Once again my editor-in-chief Ken e Bujold helped me see the flaws in earlier versions.

Thanks to Ken e Bujold for lighting my way.