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A Cherub, Queen, Regrets, and My Obsession with Good Omens
Where do I start? I suppose with the cherub(s). The plural will explain itself later. Unfortunately, because of Hurricane Katrina, I only have a few pictures left of Jennifer Elaine. No photos left from our childhood, when she truly resembled a creation of Raphael himself. The artist that is, not the archangel. Three of us… Continue reading
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The Baobab Tree
The Baobab Tree She pressed her palms against the ancient oak. Spanish moss hung down grey and curly, like the hair of an elder woman she once knew. Rivulets of blood stained the bark, hundreds of stains mingled, the essences of a hundred men and women. She remembered the baobab tree in her village, the… Continue reading
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So I Went Out For Some Tea…
And the strangest thing happened. All right. It wasn’t strange at all. Actually, it’s quite common. I decided I needed some air and some vitamin D, so I left the confines of CHNOLA and went out into the daylight with the intent of visiting the nearest grocery store for some tea. Tea’s my new thing… Continue reading
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