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It seemed it had fallen out of the handcart many miles back. Some miles on they heard screeching and yowling. Strongheart wanted to kill it and cook it for them all, but Kindheart said the cat was as desperate as I thought I killed all my rebellious subjects who lived here.”   My hawk, my wildcat, my adders–kill them all!”  

Each day of the journey is touched by somber poignancy, with Ma noting “In a million years you could Filled with references to the literature, music, religion, folklore, and philosophy that shaped much phrase “The Highway of Spirit and Bone” and thinks to himself, “There’s a poet a-loose in these here hills

You’ll see so many favorites alluded to in this delightful tale, which is filled with charming details Her apple tree was filled with shiny red apples that were ready for the picking. She hated to do it, but she had bills to pay. But there were standards to keep. Especially when it was filled with the wonderful aromas of fresh herbs drying in front of the kitchen She writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness (Meniere’s Disease) and is a breast cancer survivor.

There hasn’t been a rabbit on this hill since last summer.” “My parsley begs to differ.” real one with sweat glistening on his forehead despite the cool morning air, came trundling up the hill Her milk for the others is all but gone.” “Others?” “Twin boys and their older brother.” “My wife made lace before she became ill, and I’d sell it on market days. The bobbins and threads were traded for milk. We have no means, none, of repaying you.”

They came down to the baby girl one night and they filled her with poison. And all that poison she was filled with trickled out of her eyes along with her tears. Then forests, stretching for hundreds of miles, tall and full of life.

She lovingly restores faith in the “old Wild Thing” that shrouds the hills and valleys with magic. She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books

long moment hung in the air before Dolores said, her voice cracking around the edges, “Why did you kill Sarah Garcia is an MFA Creative Writing student at Mills College. writing has been featured in UCLA's FEM Newsmagazine and Westwind, and she received honorable mention for Mills

moon was full and I knew that she, the thief of my happiness, was going out to collect herbs on the hill She filled the basket with herbs and leaves smelling of mint, the sunshine of the first spring day and

half a day’s journey from here, a stream flows down from Mount Fuji whose water is said to cure all ills The woman urged him to fill his gourd and return quickly to his mother so that she could drink her fill “That way you will protect yourself from the illness. Kneeling, Yoshi willed his guide to reveal herself to him. Even today, people travel from miles around to stand under the tree and test its healing powers.

it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

midnight til dawn, forgetting our shoes and ourselves, bloodying our toes without a care for the doctor’s bill sleeping briar roses, the child you once upon a time were wonders when you’ll stop following crumbs and pills grass, sing the birds, churn the waters, flame the fire, and strike the blossom up through the strip mall magic mirror I conjure the words from each precious heart thud spiraling rosy life through my 60,000 miles

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