It was gold pens and a silver platter. I kept waiting for the celebratory cake to be cut. It was indeed a solemn and prayerful party. And they all had stopped wearing grieving-for-the-country- black. Especially Nanc who was in hot pink. And wasn't that a Coventry Catholic kind of smirk on her face?
posted by William Stevenson @ 1:12 PM
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I am a writer currently working on novels and poetry. Previously I have worked in the Selway Bitteroot Wilderness as a fire fighter and on trails, worked as an editor for a book company, and taught Latin and Literature at a Christian School. Two years ago I went to Poland to teach English at a church camp in Czarna Gora (winter) and in Wladyslawowo (summer). It is quite a beatiful country (piekny Kraj).
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