Meet Marion Agnew
Published on Compose:
On a sunny early-August morning, I load my new chainsaw, the squeeze bottle of cherry-coloured oil, and the small pair of loppers into the red wheelbarrow. I pull on my sap-stained leather work gloves and adjust the visor that keeps…
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When Kathryn got home from the hospital, she dropped her jacket and her leather purse just inside the door. Without stopping, she walked directly into the kitchen to the window over the sink. She didn’t slip off her shoes or…
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