Crippled by Despair

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A new dawn is breaking outside the window of this stone house where I sit in an overstuffed chair, listening to birdsong. I have missed too many dawns in my lifetime. Work and children and a body tuckered by bouts of insomnia, or nightmares have kept me from the dawns. Or maybe it was just [Read More...]


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