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Stolen from a country town where owls still chant, empathy always reigns, and flowers never fade, She’s forced to dine with goblins and ghouls and pigs that drool. In her muddied dress, she stares out into the distance recalling her native land with serene mountain streams and patches of evergreen. Without blanket or pillow to grip she lies awake thinking …Continue reading →

Unusual Red

She nudged the open door where it secretly wanted to go. A stained-glass window stared at her from across the dusty, dark room. She danced and twirled towards it, “spotting” the kaleidoscope light for balance. The Rembrandts waved as she passed by. With a sudden stop, she opened the colorful aperture to welcome the wind. Outside, flowers stretched their petals …Continue reading →

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