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“Green”, “Ocean in August”

Green by Jean Janzen That summer the cornfields were drunk with incessant rains, and at night we could hear new leaves splitting out of the rising stalks. A gathering of teens in the park, festival of gospel songs, marimba and trumpet calling us to dedication, to leave even our fathers and mothers for the true life with God. The boys' dark eyes, my sister and I in voile dresses, hair glowing in this green confusion. "Softly and tenderly" throbbed In…
Jean Janzen
June 1, 2006