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My Body Has Revised the Terms and Conditions

There was once a donkey who carried bags of salt for a merchant. Every day, the merchant loaded the salt across his back, and every day the donkey carried it along the same road and through the same stream. One […]

The Camel Asked for Horns

  The Animal Without a Crown Long ago, when the animals still brought their complaints to Jupiter, the camel came walking slowly across the plain. He was not a small creature. He had height. He had strength. He had broad […]

Maybe You Weren’t The Burden

  A Small Voice On A Horn A gnat once settled on the horn of a great bull. The bull stood in a quiet field, his hooves planted in the earth, his broad head lowered slightly, his horns pale against […]

The Mouse Was Not Gone

  A Hole Too Small For Horns A bull was grazing near an old stone wall, large enough to make the ground seem more careful beneath him. His horns curved wide. His shoulders rose like a hill. When he lowered […]

What If Healing Was Quieter? Part II

The Wheels Had Learned To Whisper The morning looked much like every other. The wagon was still heavy with its load. The road still stretched across uneven ground, scattered with stones that had jolted the wheels for years. The oxen […]

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