D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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From up here everyone looks like toy people, smaller than my Barbie dolls, more like Legos. I see the top of their heads and there’s no particular pattern to their movements. They all believe they are doing something relevant, going somewhere important. But from where I stand, they are just scurrying dots operating within the […]
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Played? How can that be since I don’t do games? My love is real Did everything my mama said I should do. Men like good girls so I played nice I smiled sweetly and batted my lashes “Thank you, ” I said demurely when he opened the car door for me; I gushed when he […]
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In all labor there is profit (Proverbs 14:23). All labor. Not just the kind whose wages you can deposit into your checking account. Unfortunately, that’s the one that gets the most praise. That’s the one everybody focuses on. All the other labor gets pushed into the background, irrelevant, doesn’t matter. We spend a great deal […]
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Marissa lay, her head so heavy with torment, she could barely lift it off the pillow. Beside her Malcolm slept, snoring so loudly the sheets vibrated. Apparently, he didn’t possess the same cares as she. And why would he since he so effectively dumped them all on her. Too many of Marissa’s nights were like […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 