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Leben Lane
there is a house that sits on the end of Leben Lane a triple-tiered behemoth atop the hill on Leben Lane long lay the house in ruin and decay empty and forlorn for not a one would stay the sacred cannot be found on this part of the lane but the unholy traverse, celebrating the…
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a thrill of hope
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining! It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth. I didn’t grow up celebrating Christmas in the traditional sense. Our family exchanged gifts, and by that, I mean my parents gave me gifts, and that was about it. The church culture I was raised in frowned upon…
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Thanking Turkeys
A few years ago, a friend posted up the following status on Facebook: “I’m thankful for all the turkeys that sacrificed their lives today.” My overactive mind went along with the image: years and years ago, a lone, innocent turkey willingly let itself be slaughtered so that two estranged cultures could unite and celebrate together as…
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