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After the rain
A whistle blew, splash! Chaos. Read more
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The Homeplace
In homage to the forestIts heavy shadowsDeep and darkGreener than green,even when the sun is brightand the begonias bloom deep red.Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dotsLike cattails before they’re cutThe bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ringWhen the air moves soft electric Blue Morning glories Read more
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Deadfall Yard
I’m learning what will grow, and what will grow successfully. Read more
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Why I Became a Teacher
Her leopard, high heeled mules sure footed in the gravel. Read more
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Happy Anniversary
Of course there was glitter. Read more
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Writing Space
The sun doesn’t shine a lot back here, so it’s always cooler, much cooler, back here in the woods where the flowers grow.
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DP Benches
To see the edges of the art deco bank covered in blue and green sparkles was something out of a snowglobe.
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Wishes
“Well, why don’t you just tell me what’s on your mind so I can deal with it,” said Betty.
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My Origin Story
We’ve seen you coming for a long time now. We cast the calling spell. We been waiting for you.” said Florie.
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