I laid down among the ashes of my house while they still smoldered. Flakes of gray coated my scorched fingers where I had grabbed the too-hot doorknob while flames licked the walls around me.
Everything gone. Burned straight to the ground.
When they contained the fire, someone in the crowd said, “It’s over.” But they were wrong.
I watched the winter sky above as my back warmed. Burned.
Before the cinders could set me on fire too, I got up. Dusted myself off. The horror wasn’t the fire itself, but the after. Finding a way to rebuild from these ashes.
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With Words We Weave 2022: Hope
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For over 100 years, Texas High Plains Writers has been a part of great storytelling in Texas and beyond.
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With 22 talented authors, from best-sellers to the first time in print, there is something for everyone.
Great heroes of legends past sit side by side in these pages with the unsung citizens showing kindness to strangers. Humor, adventure, and nostalgia combine to remind us all that hope can be found anywhere.
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