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A Bird in Hand
At first, I though the little brown bird had no head. On the rough gray cement of my front porch was a little brown bird. It’s head was...
johnmbiddle
Oct 6, 20247 min read
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Red Pens & Broken Castles
I watched Sara lay a piece of white copier paper down on the smooth, stained and polished concrete floor beside our church’s copy...
johnmbiddle
Jul 12, 20245 min read
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Music, Tears, and Waves.
There are times when I weep while at my piano. I’m not a good pianist. I cannot play straight through relatively simple pieces. But this...
johnmbiddle
Jun 11, 20243 min read
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