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All That I Am and Ever Will Be

Shelby Richmond knew a bad sign when she saw one. [...]

All That I Am and Ever Will BeCecilia Weddell2022-12-19T14:45:03-04:00

1816 There was frost in the garden in June. Clothes [...]

The Year Without SummerCecilia Weddell2022-12-19T14:44:34-04:00

In 1908 the first automobile arrived in town, driven along [...]

LionheartCecilia Weddell2022-12-19T14:44:03-04:00

As if a hand had once been an aerial thing, [...]

Various GlovesCecilia Weddell2022-12-19T14:15:38-04:00

Euclid had what we now call horror of the infinite, [...]

OOOOCecilia Weddell2022-11-16T12:01:55-04:00

The echo of Carl Sagan’s laughter is on the Voyager [...]

We Were HereCecilia Weddell2022-11-09T12:50:14-04:00

It was Saturday. Early fall. I was sitting up, holding [...]

Half-lifeCecilia Weddell2022-11-02T12:09:45-04:00

I lost you there [...]

I Lost You ThereCecilia Weddell2022-10-20T12:25:18-04:00

Learning the name for something can resemble care. So, for [...]

Cecily Aching BestCecilia Weddell2022-10-14T11:39:19-04:00

It was a Friday at the beginning of the millennium, [...]

Free JazzCecilia Weddell2022-09-22T10:37:25-04:00