After Annie had her youngest daughter settled on the couch with a blanket and pillow she turned out the light and sent up another prayer. “Dear Jesus, please heal my baby.” With the hope to be as knowledgeable as a sage, the mother believed she had her part, but could do no more; and with one more prayer she asked her savior to guide all men on how to give tender love to the women who loved them.
The radio still played on and Annie lost herself in the melody, grateful for the artists who put their work out there. The ones who shared their craft for others enjoyment. And with one more prayer . . . Annie prayed for herself and all the other Annie’s in the world. She always did like the taste of sage, now she needed to learn how to cook with it.
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