Prayer at the Lake

The wind blows hard. Relentless on my face, legs, arms, hair. It blows strong across the lake, with extra poofs of power at intervals as regular and as unpredictable as the waves it creates. Even the ducks look off kilter today: their normally smooth glide knocked sideways, pushed askew. I had in mind a lazy…… Continue reading Prayer at the Lake

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