“… he was my North Star whenever the darkness of doubt threatened to envelop me. When I could not tell my dreams from wakefulness, he remained my touchstone and my Truth; a glimmer in his eye and a quirk of his lips were are that it took to make me feel manifest, whole, and worthy.”Continue reading “THE RESURRECTIONIST – A. Rae Dunlap”
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A Girl Named Tommi 