I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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By John Jodzio • July 2018
My sister Nell and I were standing on the banks of the Duvallis River, waiting for a man to float down it.
By LaToya Watkins • June 2018
Before we was married, we rented a little townhouse in Dallas. My girls was with us. They from my first marriage. Nate come to us when my baby girl was barely a year old. He latched on and took us all like we was his, and I didn’t see all the love in that.
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