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Search Results for: label/Year%20of%20Yes The long winter I grew heavy with our first child, I wore heavier sweaters and I didn’t tell any of our friends until I was six and a half months swollen. We’d only been married eight. And six weeks later, I held our baby. Our friends thought it a remarkably short pregnancy. Sometimes we shroud...  Picked out of the orchard and dew still on skins and carried in. We peeled away the outers in the morning. Two had envisions of 64 pies and that was going to take over 200 apples and they both were sure we could fill a whole freezer with that many pies but more than two...  He asks me if it’s perfect, twenty times he asks me it’s perfect. I laugh wonder at his work, ask if he really did all that and he nods and I say yes — it’s perfect! —- because that is what I see and outside the window — I can see them and I count —...  The hungry never stop seeking the point where place and time and God meet. And in a handful of days, I drive twenty hours with four kids and one grandma and a finger traces the lines on a map that cross country borders and state lines and interstates and I find exactly where all three... 
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