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Miracles
We are each a miracle An organic vessel Sixty percent water A lump of protoplasm of various construction Formed into
Fiction
The Life He Said Was Mine
The breeze played with my hair, sending a strand over my eyes. I pulled it away and frowned. The once
NonFiction
Jesus Was Love. Jesus Was Brown. Jesus Was a Refugee.
“Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart” — Rumi Dear chauvinists,
Poetry
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Miracles
We are each a miracle An organic vessel Sixty percent water A lump of protoplasm of various construction Formed into