Smoke Alarms and Lost Souls

My soul is full of whispered song; My blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long Are all alive with light. ~Alice Cary, Dying Hymn   *Names have been changed in the following story to protect the identity of those involved. A few weeks ago I went to bed early, and fell into […]

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