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The sweet song of Spring brings a harmony between heaven and earth, stirring our need to share life being created anew. A we shed the doldrums of Winter, the glory of rebirth appears: nestlings chirping ; flower petals unfolding to reveal their colorful glory; the playful young appearing for their first season in the sun. Come visit with our authors and artists who were inspired by the siren song of Spring. They earned our
Best of Theme.
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by Darla Jasmine
Still plunging timelessly
through the sky, Sarah prepared to pull the rip cord, convinced the back-up parachute
would not support her either, and that her body would soon be smashed against the earth
or impaled upon a tree.
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by Aimee Mardin
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by Alex Shih
I took off for the west
side to see the Halava valley for the afternoon. For one stretch of the road there was
no one else but me, as if it existed just for me. I realized this was the perfect place
I had been looking for to do my screaming. I was on a beautiful but deserted road, in a
rental car with the windows rolled up.
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by Christine L. Reed
The children had been
lost since the dawn of the new moon. Mahalia was frantic. She had only left them for a
moment to tie together two souls that were in danger of ripping away from each other.
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by Roberta Morgan
We do not need to hammer
home this point of enjoying both pain and pleasure, to get into monthly menstrual cycles and of course, the multifaceted, mystical union of agony and ecstasy called childbirth. Would men be contemplative during menstrual and labor pains, thankful for their fruitfulness? Sure. They'd also be breaking furniture and doctors' arms.
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