"He knelt
on the ground next to the flower bed at the library, gathered a mound of red clay
with his hands, formed it into a dove and blew his breath into the bird’s
tiny beak. And then, without a word, he flung the bird into the air,
and we watched it fly up and up, into the blue, clear, endless sky."
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Hanging Out with Jesus on a Sunny Day by Donovan McAbee (2025 Bad Lilies) https://tinyurl.com/2jyceanz