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Stones Do Not Lie to Bones

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2 responses to “Stones Do Not Lie to Bones”

  1. Maraya Avatar
    Maraya

    There’s the poetry I love from you. That’s beautiful! It seems like only a beginning, a tease … you leave me hungry.

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  2. Tom McCarter Avatar
    Tom McCarter

    This is wonderful prose that also speaks the truth about how we live. My involvement in AA, the Men’s Weekend, and Landmark has given me the ability to choose to see the world through new glasses, no longer shaded by the figment of where I came from.

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