Reading your dreams._The House That Dad Built_Change Is Coming_DRY HEAT
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Reading your dreams.
Readiwww.onedoor.ccng your dreams.After of coming to house was walking on the street, I felt very cheesy I don’t know truly why. My body was very weird in the morning up. I don’t know was colorful of my new favorite’s red lencery, or aunt´s boots gave me as a gift in August, may also be wintry weather, I kept to supermarket after look some ribbon that remind me to my mom, pulled out my list from my purse, I had Cortinas, daisies, red strawberries, honey. Turned my face away, looked at my list with resignation, and proposed that if I could afford money could still go back, i...
The House That Dad Built
It was going to be a fresh start for our family. My parents had been scrimping and saving every penny for the last five years just so they could buy a piece of land in the country.For as far back as I can remember, which is only the fifteen years of my life, we moved every few months from one dingy apartment to the next. It was the only life I knew. So, when my parents took my little sister, Jackie, and I on a road trip one weekend, I had no idea what to expect.“K.K.” my mom said, (K.K. was short for Kevin Keith, my actual name.) “Did you remember to bring your camera along?”Photography was m...
Change Is Coming
A single decision can change countless lives, and I was unkindly reminded of it. For nearly forty years, I’ve been quenching the thirsts of mountaineers visiting Jaffrey, to climb Mount Monadnock. During this time, I’ve learned the faces of most of them, even if they only pass through once every few years, but more surprising, they too greet me by name, as soon as they walk in. Like the legend of the wolves who used to dwell at the top of the mountain, it seems like I have become a local attraction. If it helps with drawing in the customers, so be it.Besides a few people who poke their heads ...
DRY HEAT
Through cracked, dry lips, Clay whistled to Meg, his trusty old sheepdog, and shouted his instruction for her to “get in behind”. She circled slowly and cautiously around the sheep, who seemed dazed and confused as they scattered in chaos. Meg panted as she ran behind them in an attempt to contain them.Clay could taste the grit as it formed in the corner of his mouth. He pulled the brim of his hat down to protect his eyes from the scorching sun, as sweat trickled down his forehead, mixing with dust to form channels that ran into the crevices of his weather-beaten face.After 63 days without ra...