The small boy sat trembling at his bedside, offering up prayers to the savior, listening to the prophets’ words his mother would sing every evening. Joe was trying his best to believe, stay connected to the dreams his mom spouted would come true if only he stayed on the road of righteousness. In the summer days he would zigzag through paths in meadows, greeting the crows sitting on cornstalks and feeling the soft silk fronds falling free from the ripe corncobs. Joe loved nature and wanted to walk in the moon light also, watch fireflies and listen to the night birds, but being outside after dark was forbidden. Joe’s mind was conflicted as to why there was such danger at night that wasn’t there in daytime, when he was allowed the freedom to explore, but Joe always did what his mother told him.
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Wordle 664
The Bag Lady 
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