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Tex

Cindy’s ‘Look at me’ presence made his nostrils flare wider than a lust-struck stallion culling the herd for a receptive mare. Self-confidence to pursue her was all he lacked. At the vulnerable age of fifteen, he was too young, too … Continue reading

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The Beggar Musician

Anxious, he dreaded opening the gouged, scuffed up leather case that housed his violin. He prayed the war hadn’t battered it useless too. The precious instrument had silently slept inside its case, unused, the past two years. He had protected … Continue reading

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