... ..God's gift ....September 19, 2007   He sets the record straight, shuts down his computer, and listens.  Upon the hot, sluggish, whisper-breeze of summer, the glistening twitter of feminine hope is borne.  It is the sound of women laying down razors, untying nooses, closing oven doors.  The sounds are small, imperceptible to all but him. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..3d quarter index..|..next

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