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Smoking Gun

I whispered, “I’m sick,” but no one heard. I became louder and you heard, but you suggested a cure. I told you in frustration that your suggestion wouldn’t work. The pain was unbearable. “I know it will work,” you insisted. I screamed at the top of my lungs, “I’m dying […]

Awe Is Only The Beginning

A Parable Jack Frontenac sits poised at the piano tucked away beside the stage of the Perry High School auditorium.  He recalls the first day he saw Jill Norris. He unpacks his French Horn in the band room on the first day, second period at Wes Terence Junior High. As […]