A Sactifying Glance

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It was a late spring afternoon, one of those kind of days when big clouds moved across crisp blue skies, allowing sunlight and shade to waltz around the gardens. I walked down the drive to the front lawn with my white five-gallon plastic pail in hand. I was picking up pine cones and tree litter [Read More...]


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