Sarah’s Blessings (Or, Is There Such a Thing as Inappropriate Laughter?)
By Fiction Issue 113
She was pretty sure she was too crazy to be a mother, and when the yearnings showed up, every few years, they now passed quickly.
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By Poetry Issue 111
Three hours, midday: state minimum. / Three hours, midday: the god and her child deep in the forest.
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