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A Quarter, A LockWriter: Julie DiNisio Photographer: Christine Stoddard Model: Morgan Barbour QuailBellMagazine.com She ponders that there is more to life than these trivial things. Putting on make-up every morning. Getting her hair done every other month. Coating herself in velvet to get the coveted stares of passing strangers. There is higher beauty than a good haircut. But it costs more than twenty-five cents.
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BreatheBy Caleb True QuailBellMagazine.com A long time ago, in a time before time, before thought and wish, want, or need, the Creator-Spirit sent four humans to the earth and charged them to find out what it was they should breathe. “There are four elements, my children,” said the Creator-Spirit. “Earth, fire, water, and air. There are four directions to this world and four of you. Pick a substance and pick a direction, and discover what it is that humans should breathe.” And so the four people chose their elements and their directions, said their goodbyes, and departed. The first human headed East, and after a long time walking found himself at the lip of a great desert. The first human was terrified by the desert’s vastness. He swallowed his fear, continued on, but the sun beat down on him ferociously, scorching his back and drying his eyes. The first human remembered the charge given him by the Creator-Spirit, and thought, “If I breathed earth, I could travel underground and be hid from this furious sun.” And the man fell to his knees and began to dig with his hands. He dug and dug, filling his fingernails with grit, but the depression he was making kept on filling back up with loose sand. Eventually, his furious dig revealed a mole rat, blind and pink and indignant. “Man-father, what are you doing, ruining my home?” croaked the mole rat. “Mole rat,” said the human, “I did not know, I am sorry.” “What do you think you are doing, digging in the sand?” asked the mole rat. “I thought, if I can travel in the earth, as you do, I could avoid the burning sun, as you do.” “Burning sun!” scoffed the mole rat. “Look at your skin, it is thick and tawny. It can withstand the sun. Look at my skin,” said the mole rat, and the first human did. “You see?’” said the mole rat. “Now look at my paws,” said the mole rat. “The underground is my home, man-father. Leave it be. You must take refuge from the beating sun elsewhere.” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Female PhantomPhotographer: Belle Byrd Model: Erica Breig QuailBellMagazine.com "The moon compels me to wander and I count the constellations." The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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A Time for BubblesWriter: Julie DiNisio Photographer: Christine Stoddard Model: Angelica Karns QuailBellMagazine.com Life is usually fast-paced and colorless. Childhood is fast forgotten in the blur of having a million things to do. In the midst of a typical day, it is the basic pleasures that need not be forgotten. Like wearing a pretty in pink dress and blowing bubbles in front of a house that recalls a time forgotten.
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The Velvet VixenPhotographer: Logan Fields Model: Brittany Fulk Production Assistant: Adrian King QuailBellMagazine.com The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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The Harper and the MinstrelBy The Harper and the Minstrel QuailBellMagazine.com "Bridget Cruise Third Air" (Turlough O'Carolan/Arranged by Jay Michaels, ©2009 BMI All Rights Reserved.) "Lady Sif's Lament" (Jay Michaels, ©2009 BMI All Rights Reserved.) "Stingo" (Traditional England/Arranged by Jay Michaels, ©2009 BMI All Rights Reserved.) TheHarperAndTheMinstrel.com
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