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| Becoming Mary
| | In black each night this week, I'm called... | | Words: | 103 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Fulton, NY
| | On the outskirts of a river town, I thought the world all over smelled of chocolate, malt, and cow. The men I knew worked hot, talked little, and walked with spare economy. Their clothing rarely... | | Words: | 572 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| One More Day
| | Though I'm quiet here,... | | Words: | 157 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Compost Pile - a compilation
| | *Collection of things that don't seem to be going anywhere - perhaps they need to fester for a while - ESK ******************************** Three-ring Thespian ********************************... | | Words: | 1652 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| In Your Wake
| | Your jaunty laugh... | | Words: | 47 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Reader |
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