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On her knees and white-knuckling the porcelain bowl, Samar awaited the next surge of morning sickness to spew forth. In the kitchen, Abdul was shrieking at one of his buddies on the prepaid cell phone she’d purchased for him at Wal-Mart yesterday. “Pray God my baby isn’t a boy,” she implored and wretched the remainder
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It’s Quadrille #83 over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today’s writing prompt is to create a quadrille using the word sun. Willow tree leaves flutter graceful silvery green— not quite shiny. Two young butterflies at play dipping, diving, spiraling through the air. A field of sunflowers turn their faces skyward as if the
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Learn more about Tuesdays of Texture, here. I’m not sure what type of tree this was, but it felt as smooth as silk.
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New Britain Museum of American Art Ellington, CT
Ergo, the Ogre 