Archive for April, 2011

by Jeremy Warach   The boy lay on the ground, the tall grass rising around him. He knew how his mother would react if she knew he had been lying there, with bugs and dirt and who knows what other contaminants in such close proximity. But...
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by Jeremy Warach   The branches of the tree stretched over the closely-cropped grass in the yard. It cast its shadow on the boy who sat leaning against its rough trunk, a book propped on his knees. The Giving Tree. It tells the story...
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