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The Stories in Which We Find Ourselves

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The Stories in Which We Find Ourselves skip to main | skip to sidebar Pages Home Audio Stories that Compost Workshop Project Pitch Sunday, April 12, 2020 Thank God, He's Not Here: An Easter Tale Mutually composed by the SOULTRUST collective, which includes Melva Sampson, David Anderson Hooker, Ronnie Galvin, Stephen Lewis, Michael Wright, and Melvin Bray "I [tell you a] beautiful mystery, my friends. Trees become seeds, that then become trees, that bear their own fruit, and others get to feast off the fruit of their spirits." The elderly woman made her way painstakingly down the path through the dark wood.  The sun had not yet risen, teetering on the edge of now and infinite past and future.  All three seemed to meet in this moment so pregnant with promise. She had labored this way many times before, each step as familiar as the dew that moisturized her bronze leathery feet along her path.  "How beautiful on the hills are the feet of her who brings good ne...

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