Daily Archives: January 23, 2018

Distant #writephoto by Michael

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Sue Vincent

There was movement on the distant snow covered mountains as the Mountain Nymphs began their trek down the mountain to the nearby village. For them, it was time for rejuvenation and the male population of the village were the source … Continue reading →

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Distant #writephoto… Martha Frei

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Sue Vincent

She sat in her shabby rocking chair on the porch of the askew old farmhouse, holding an ice pack against her left temple. This time he did hit her harder than usual before he had finished the bottle of cheap … Continue reading →

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D. G. Kaye turns the spotlight on…me

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Debby … D.G. Kaye…. was kind enough to invite me over for her first author interview of the year… Thanks, Debby! I am delighted to have here today, friend, author, blogger, painter and poet, Sue Vincent of the Daily Echo and … Continue reading →

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Distant #writephoto – Jan Malique

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Infinity rose in the East, place of greatest light, as the tribe stood in silent respect. The day of the Third Sun and hour of the Unfolding Future was upon them, initiating the rite of disintegration and reintegration. Such a … Continue reading →

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Fresh

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Footprints in the snow Ephemeral memories Slowly disappear The essence of the moment Fresh as a winter morning

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#writephoto: Snow giants – Jane Dougherty

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Once it was a land of rich meadows, but the mountains are cruel. Each winter the snow giants hurl tempests of ice and snow into the valleys and the meltwater floods the plain in spring. The meadows are full of … Continue reading →