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Guest post by reader Priscilla King* This is the main street in my home town, Gate City, Virginia. This is all of it--or all of what's c...
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Since Roops said it was time to go, they went. No more horsing around now. They rode straight and fast out of town, o...
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“I’m feeling very privileged to be here with you, Elder Brother,” I said. I was sitting up on Ralph’s big cedar l...
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“Today is Later Day!” said Suzy. “It’s a holiday!” “I think you’re mixed up,” said Willie. “No, she sa...
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Garden Gate The angel stood at the garden gate, Burning sword in hand. “Fear not,” he said, as they always did. “It’s gonna be rough,” he ...
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What do you call a place that's almost no place at all? Unincorporated? Sure. A little old store, also the mail station, and the...
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Guest post by Priscilla King Our tradition did not filter out songs about mourning, or worship, or other things, for that obsessive focus...
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The first item of note was that there was quite a bit of snow on the ground. Even Ranger Rick’s little station parking lot had...
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Purrfect position for Purring. Demonstration model only. 🤍 Suzy was just up here on the desk trying to get my attention. Fina...
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Men of America, what is it about the white pickup truck? "In all my travels, as the truth unravels, I have found this to be true......

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