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AWAKENING AT DAWN
AWAKENING AT DAWN It was not yet daylight when Martha awoke from a night of agitated, confused dreams . She was exhausted. In her dreams of that night, which had just gone, she had always been fighting against overwhelming adversaries ( opponents), who towered over her, who she knew she could never defeat, as she knew she should fight as long as she could, even thought she would have to succumb in the end. Even though she knew she was going to be defeated, she would have to keep fighting without thinking, to keep fighting as if she could be the one who would get the better of it. ...
What could have been? An autumn of memories and remorse
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I stepped out of the coffee shop with my usual half white chocolate mocha / half pumpkin spice latte. I took a brief moment to savor the blended flavors of my favorite fall drink and the scent of the fiery red and golden yellow leaves that filled the fall air. Although I am running errands downtown today, the streets are dead on this early Sunday morning. There was a feeling that the city is just waking up. This is my favorite time of the week to run errands and let my thoughts wander. I was in no hurry to run my next errand, so I sat do...
Treat
It is so cold today I wonder what the night is going to be like. We bought so much candy because it is my younger daughter's first trick or treat! At night we will all dress up as characters that we like or fear in order to scare others into wanting to give us candy and a conversation.Halloween should be a holiday. On this day kids and parents walk up and down the streets asking for a treat from neighbors who usually have carved pumpkins that have candles inside to let others know that they could stop by for a treat, if lucky. Some families light bwww.onedoor.cconfires to celebrate not being pranked. It is ...
Bedtime stories: A tale of Hansel and Gretel: The curse of the witch print
Come close my Loves and sit by the fire. I will tell you, tell you a story about my grandmother and how she came to be the story you tell your children at night to lure their eyes to slumber.Once upon a time a young girl was cursed by the witch of the forest. This witch upon her dying breath, grabbed the woman by her leg and said the curse that passed on her terrible power, and then the witch died, turned to dust and blew into the wind. Her wretched life was now in a new body, a younger body. Possessed, my Grandmother walked back to the village in need of help. The hand print seared into h...