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PBird's Most Visited Posts In The Past Year
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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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One night, early in the fall of that year, the first snow came while everyone slept. Like dusty dreams, light and powdery, it ...
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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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First of all, Ralph asked me to say that he thinks of you all, and he wishes you a whooopin’ good Saturday. He suggests that we all g...
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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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Summer was winding down. The nights in the Great Forest were becoming cooler. There was mist laying on the ground when the...
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Photo by R. A. Bird It was one of those mid-winter days when the sun shines almost painfully brightly on banks of snow. It mig...
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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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As I woke this afternoon, Friday that is, Suzy, who had been snugged in beside me, also woke. She looked a little concerned,...
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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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