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The Winter wind, blowing cool and fresh, brings with it a
stirring of the soul. Our imagination comes alive as the
crisp air quickens our step, awakening a longing for times
past and an anticipation for adventures not yet begun.
Visit with our authors and artists who were inspired by the
wind. They earned our Best of Theme.
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by Susan Taylor
I didn't think
your father was all that sick. He never told me he felt bad, and you know how stubborn
he was about going to the doctor. I should have known but I didn't. I just thought
every day was the same, that nothing was changing. And that night when I was washing
the supper dishes and he asked me to come upstairs and lay down with him didn't
seem any different from any other night.
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by B.S. Allen
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by Jonathon Bowser
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by Bethanie Johnson
The sound of water and soft voices in the green marble room made me wish for sleep. In the center of the room stood a fountain, the statue of a woman, tall and graceful, head and hands upturned toward the sky. With the light shining up from below, reflecting against her water skin, she glowed like an emerald.
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