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Daily Archives: October 1, 2016
The saddest tale
In the past twenty four hours, I have seen fabulous pictures of eagles posted by Ken at rivrvlogr and Cindy Knoke. Each time, I have looked with awe and with sadness… and below, because it is such a sad tale, I … Continue reading
#writephoto microfiction: Trapped by Jane Dougherty
Reblogged from Jane Dougherty Writes: Snow had fallen gently all day, but at nightfall it stopped. Inside the house, they listened to the silence and shivered. Not one of them had dared set foot outside since the whispering began. Nothing … Continue reading
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Lights – from Morpeth Road #writephoto
Reblogged from Morpeth Road: It was close to midnight and across the creek the Jamison’s were settling for the night. The four of us were growing impatient huddling under the bridge waiting for them to turn off the lights, the … Continue reading