JD. Jackson

JD. Jackson

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The old church stood quiet in the evening light, its weathered boards holding memories like pressed flowers in a Bible. Miss Sarah moved slow across the yard, her shadow stretching long against the dusty ground, while crickets sang their evening prayers into the cooling air.