Licking lips she tightened her gripthe wind licked her backa villianous kissmockingly stripping heat & homemade dewin the sharp wind of some cold she knewUnder hand-hewn beams,nothing there was quite as it seemed:tip-toeing thru metallic fields of candlesticks,Buddhas, bouquets, and glittered shapes with wicks; the churchy decor was boxed but a few were eruptinglined up … Continue reading Ghosts of Olympia Brown