Without imagination, writing is a stack of lumber, a sack of nails, and a locked tool shed.
The Daddy RockThe sinless One took on the face of a sinner so that we sinners could take on the face of a saint.
He Chose the NailsLooks like my superpowers don’t come with automatic manicures, thank heaven. I hate long nails.
Silver HollowI got my nails done today. I’m so glad that after 30 years, they’re finally finished.
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