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See AllWe really enjoyed this year’s Mormon Lit Blitz–and are looking forward to compiling all the finalists in a second print anthology next year. Votes for our audience choice prize are in an we’re pleased
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The Sunday squirrels were the most aggressive, tumbling over each other to get the holy leftovers, biting and scratching as if their souls depended upon it. He took the sacrament at different times to
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So much, lately, feels like the churning of water in storm, sixty pounds per square inch of pressure dragging this way and that and down and even when I’m walking on the surface, the gentle ri
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