The White Building

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In the cold space, between the ceiling and the rafters, angels drift like butterflies, ever answering the calls, of both hope and sorrow! A mother's song, a father's whisper. A loved one lost, and one born. Close to heaven and ever nearer to hell.

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Michelle Faulkner

Date: 2/11/2020 2:27:00 PM

A sound of sorrow, and of hope, both can be heard if you listen - so poignant, Ann-

Julie Achilles

Date: 2/10/2020 5:24:00 AM

wow- empty spaces- scary- but so brilliantly written, well done AGAIN, Ann, Julie

Jenish Somadas

Date: 2/9/2020 9:34:00 PM

Buildings have more stories than humans..Great theam and rendering..

Ann Foster
Date: 2/9/2020 9:37:00 PM

Thank you. :) Ann

Gershon Wolf

Date: 2/9/2020 4:19:00 PM

Sweet and scary, both. There's a good reason I've always been spooked by that 'crawl space!' You've penned it well, Ann. Thanks, Gershon

Ann Foster
Date: 2/9/2020 4:24:00 PM

I too find that I am both calmed and yet... ever prayerful, as fear is close and tries hard to hold all who will embrace it. We must be vigilant. Blessings on you and your family. God ever keep you safe. Ann