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Ezra Makes His Debut in Collection....

Ezra and Other Stories
 
My new book Ezra and Other Stories is now
on Amazon as a Kindle book. Come by and check it out.
This collection of eleven short stories brings to life down home characters who make do with what they've been given. From Mabel, in Mabel and the Garage Sale, who has been misplaced from her home by a highway coming through her living room, to Ezra, the last story in the collection, who finds true love at the end of his life, the stories are intended to be inspiring and hopeful in a world where hope is often in short supply.

This collection of stories is dear to my heart. Possibly, it will become close to yours as well.
Blessings, Barb

Ezra and Other Stories [Kindle Edition]

Barbara A. Whittington


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  1. Beautiful and guess what? I now have a Kindle...my sister gave me her original since she now has the Kindle Fire..I'm trying it out to see how I like and maybe I'll update to a better model. I'll get this book, I think I'll really like it. Have a great week!

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  2. Congratulations! I'm thrilled for you.

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  3. Congrats on the new book! I'm reading all sorts of new things I never had the chance to read before because I have a Kindle!

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