She was sitting on her stump on a gloomy, grey day. It was her favorite place to be, usually. Alone. Quiet. Away from the other children. A good place to think. She prayed there sometimes but lately she felt as if no one was listening. That was the usual way of things. No one noticed,Continue reading “Stumped OR A Leap of Faith”
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