Debbie Tully Lipscomb

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Last night, she’d suffered through terrible dreams; there were none that she could remember, but they’d left her with a feeling of prickly apprehension along with a physical burden that made her legs feel like lead and her body move in slow motion. Even the swirling gray sky seemed to weigh her down.
The Plum Tree
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