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    The Very Last Supper

    “Unique” is not the word to describe the messiah who came to stay with us. “Awesome” does better and “eerie” gets closer to home. . . . What I call eerie was his expression. His lips were always poised as if he were about to speak. But he never did, not a word. It got on my nerves.

    By Franklin MillsFebruary 1984
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    The Green Woman

    A hush fell between us now that almost had a thickness to it. It was like the moment when you drop a stone down a well and wait for the sound of its striking.

    By Meghan R. BurgesDecember 1983
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    Pilgrims

    Charlie Tabor had taken charge of the Indians that morning because he’d been the first to see them. He’d been walking to the barber shop about 7:30 and he’d seen them parked down by the Home Creek bridge where they’d spent the night. He didn’t know they were Indians, but Charlie Tabor was always bound to check anything, so he’d walked to the bridge.

    By Roxy GordonSeptember 1983
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    Windfall

    The hurricane gathers speed as it nears the Gulf Coast, winds now being clocked in excess of one hundred miles an hour. For two days newsmen have been reporting her progress and are congregating in Corpus Christi for a firsthand look at the expected devastation.

    By Jo SappAugust 1983
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    On The Word “Witch”

    The word witch was invented to describe those who claim to be spirit before form, to be independent of flesh while in the flesh, and the witch on the broomstick flying through the night is a distorted image . . . intended to instill fear and therefore control people, to keep them small, containable.

    By P.B. WindJuly 1983
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    To Know We Are Loved

    An Excerpt From Reshad Feild’s The Invisible Way

    The frustration was intense. It was a sense of pain, a yearning to know something that could change my life and perhaps the lives of those around me. I felt irritated with myself. Why couldn’t I find the words to express the longing?

    By Reshad FeildJune 1983
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    Do Not Pass Stop

    The explorer and his faithful companion from a different cultural group left the main party at base camp and set out on the last lap to the North Pole. As they traveled steadily across the arctic wastes, the usually reserved explorer became more and more excited, expressing his feeling by shouting the hog calls of his youth. His lifelong North Pole goal was at last within reach.

    By Anne HerbertMay 1983
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    Selected Stories

    She grew up and retreated into a tower, where she lived for 20 years. No one understood this. Her friends thought perhaps she’d gone mad. When she emerged, she could fly. Everyone was very impressed, watching her fly over the sea.

    By SparrowApril 1983
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    News From El Corizon

    In The Composing Room

    Well you tell your mom you can sleep on the floor here tonight, I tell her, if nothing else turns up. And I’m thinking that blankets thrown down for them on a bare floor in the apartment of strangers isn’t much to offer, they will have to be pretty desperate to accept an offer like that.

    By Pat Ellis TaylorMarch 1983
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    My Father’s Grandson

    I called my father at his bank in Tulsa. He wasn’t there, as usual, so I left a message with his secretary, as usual. “Tell him, Helouise, that he has a new grandson.” I had to repeat the message twice, as Helouise was well aware that I was an only child and quite unmarried.

    By Brad ConardJanuary 1983
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