Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
Notes From An Editor… Part 1
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Make It Interesting… When an editor reads a story, just as with any reader,
they take their own personal likes and dislikes into their decision to buy
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