I like the idea that when I die, I will have a long sit-down chat with
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Kristine K. Stevens
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There I was, poised on the edge of the high diving board of life, and the pool kept moving around.

By Kristine K. Stevens

Slowly, all the days became Saturdays, full of more sunlight than I could remember seeing in a long time.

By Kristine K. Stevens