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The Gazebo…an Exerpt from Norris Tales
Hatred blooms bright in the human heart when dealing with a jerk of a cat on frigid wet ground. Read more
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Mystery Guests
Please stop by and say, “Hello,” if you read my words. You make my day. Read more
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Prompt: What and who needs a break today?
Isn’t it sad that most of us begin the day with a lie? 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…
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La Bouquet
It looked like somebody made wedding bouquets and needed my blue and white bloomers.
Devonne Brown 