Pressure

In Europe, I had a red teapot that I used every night for a spot of tea. As the temperature boiled, that teapot didn’t merely whistle. It shrieked. It would scare my guests. It sounded like a child or animal being tortured. And then the cap that made it whistle would shoot off the teapot […]
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Published on July 30, 2015 17:00
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The Glorious Muddle

Taryn R. Hutchison
Life is messy and it’s also magnificent. Traces of grace can be found in both the mire of daily drudgery & the moments so spectacular that you know it has to God.

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