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Strings by Sheryle Criswell Sturdevant
[wp_social_ninja id="215974" platform="reviews"] CHAPTER I Sometimes I think about the mornings, gray and wet, and so cold that my breath looked like steam from a pot of hot tea...except there was no hot tea. The mud then was thick from the pre-dawn rain, and seemed to cover everything. But it didn't matter, because the mud was the earth and the earth was life, and anything that reminded us of the living was good. But I'm getting much too…