Someday

I tickled myself when I walked in the room and saw this chestnut-colored woman with unkempt hair standing behind the desk that Mr. Keller my 12th grade English teacher usually…

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Unsung

Written by: Tara Clark How does one salute a room full of Saviors,who dedicate their lives to changing circumstance and behaviors? What is the value of Angels on Earth?Nothing can…

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Sam

Written by Tara Clark He’s bald with a small tuft of white hair on each side of his head and stands about 5 foot 6, though it’s tough to tell…

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Oh No!

Written by DeAnna Erdmann I don’t know what got into me this morning. Maybe it was the bright sunshine warming my body as it broke through the budding leaves on…

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Arrivals

Written by DeAnna Erdmann His shoulders were slightly hunched forward, not like he was weighted down, but more so like he was sad. He wasn’t a tall man. He would…

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