Archive | May, 2013

Zen Abigail

“Daddy, I hear Crickets” she said. Her hand rested in mine as we walked home from the Farmer’s Market. We could still hear the band playing classic rock, the words indistinguishable, the music rising and falling behind us. “I hear them too. Sometimes you have to be still to hear things. Do you know how […]

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