Carol Eberle: Death by Wedding Dress?
Lorna Mae leaned against the fence post, resting her back. Dawn had just broken on the horizon, bathing the farm in a golden light. Lorna loved this time of morning. Everything seemed so new, so fresh. It was like the cares of yesterday had fallen away, replaced by brand new opportunities. She was usually […]
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