Footloose
The last ten minutes of service is always the longest. “Stop, Rev. Top,” whispered me to Allie. She bit her lower lip, but the top half of her teeth were still stretching to… Continue reading
The last ten minutes of service is always the longest. “Stop, Rev. Top,” whispered me to Allie. She bit her lower lip, but the top half of her teeth were still stretching to… Continue reading
An eagle flies up through the sky Eggs strewing down like pure war bombs One plops to a viper – a hearty meal For a struggling serpent One falls on Chris’… Continue reading