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Crossing Upon Lachaise Knoll
My room seemed brighter when I awoke on that last morning in November. I pulled back the curtain to behold a landscape transformed. Brilliant white swathed every surface, and as it did each year, the first snow shocked and enchanted me. Pulling on my sweater, pants, boots, and coat, I clambered outdoors. The new-risen sun cast a rosy glow, and silence lent a surreal ambiance. The familiar fieldswww.onedoor.cc cascaded like an ermine cloak, and my nose tingled from the chilled air. The calf-deep drifts were more sugary than stiff, not at all slick or fatiguing. Dreamily I traipsed along my driveway, passin...
Reviewing the Day
I lost my favorite necklace. The small silver braided chain with the silver sun on it disappeared. I retrace my steps around the house. I pull my purse apart, my jewelry case apart; take a flashlight to the floor to see if something shiny is in an out of the way place. No luck. It’s after 6:00 p.m. I’ve been home from work for an hour now and all I’ve done is look for the necklace.I really don’t need this. I had enough bad things happen at work today. I don’t need more problems afterwards. My stomach says dinner time. I grab a Popsicle from the freezer so I can keep looking.I really lo...
The Farewell Dress
The Farewell Dress Lisa Christman Carla was a seamstress at heart from the time she was 10 years old. She loved sewing with a passion, and she was not afraid to admit it to anyone. Some artists used paint or clay, even paper or wood as a medium, but her medium of choice was fabric. She adored the look and feel of the different fabrics and all the possibilities that could come from them. When she created a new piece of clothing it was not just something to wear, but a unique piece of art. She never had to worry about what her next project would be because when she picked up fabric it almost imm...
SO.....WHATS THE...
So what's the catch? there's always a catch with these type of things. somebody says write something and you instantly obey. why? what do you get out of it? a quick dopamine hit? well, i'm not going to. I refuse. you wont catch me writing.wait... hey! what are you doing! are you writing down what i'm saying? stop that! nobody wants to read some random guy talking about how he wont write.your not going to stop? wait... you have to write everything i say. hmm... well try this on for size....The smellYou know, the one that goes round and round and you can never place? As it plays with your senses...