The Place of Nativity
We stood on the back porch drinking homemade lemonade from mason jars and listening to the cicadas out in the fields. The sky was still as pink as it used to be on nights like these. You checked the watch I had re-strapped for your last birthday. “Eighteen hours now.” “She’ll be alright.” “You can’t … More The Place of Nativity
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