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Our porch light is always on…
by M. Earl Smith The cicadas droned overhead, and the path smelled of bobcat urine and burnt tires. Of course, Mother wasn’t as familiar with those smells, but she knew they were there, as she mentioned them more than once. Mentioned. Never complained. Mother stared … Continue readingThe Path