The cabin where my husband and I are having a weekend getaway is on the border of Wisconsin, on the lip of a rustic lake where two canoes stick out of the water like discolored buckteeth. They are tipped upside down at the crook of a thin tilted dock. When my husband turns one of [Read More...]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/05/disturbing-silence-part-1/
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