The music of this musical composition is something I am still exploring, but the poems/lyrics moved me unspeakably.
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A finalist for the Townsend Prize for Fiction
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Stirring Appalachian Fiction set during the Flu Pandemic
of 1918
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See AllNo wonder our ancestors worshiped the sun. What to an untrained, unmodern mind is more fierce and faithful. I see it perched on a...
I believe that when we craft a story, there has to be a spark. That spark may be: a person or group of persons (family) with a certain...
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