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thwright March 23, 2016, 5:52pm #1

The Sign of Judas

Image Source: Wikimedia Limp I faced the hill. Like a child, swung and the bells pealed. Above the road I looked onto a wheat field. The Farmer winnowed. The rope frayed into chaff blown away by the wind. The sun rose and the flies, biting, were...

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