Monday, February 15, 2021
The Deed Short Story
The Deed By: Richard C. Metcalfe The winds whipped up the dirt— it swirled in the fields; the same winds that left the dark to be dark and the light to be light—while carrying on through just that the dark and the light; down the road; coolness grew up against the solid elements, and a man in a hat...
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