ON EARTH… Susan Delaney Spear Blessed be the lettuce pickers the wards and waifs the overweight and underfed the unnamed the average the slandered Blessed be the misunderstood the latch-key...
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EMMAUS I run in oddly warm December air and chase the orange, evanescent sun. Inhale, exhale (a runner’s form of prayer), I run in oddly warm December air. A stranger joins me on the asphalt...
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