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Ɨᗁe ɯᗁiƗe paƗᗁ
1WriteWay:Lovely poem, lovely photo, evoke memories of my childhood. Originally posted on The RunningFather Blog: Ɨᗁe ɯᗁiƗe paƗᗁ Cedars are heavy with snow. How the fine fine needles hold. I know...
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The following poem was published on The Community Storyboard way back in June 2013. I confess this re-post is in part because I’m at a loss for new material. The well runneth dry at the moment. But...
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My mother is one of 12 children. She is 92 now. In all likelihood, she’ll see her 93rd birthday in late October. She was a middle child, but now she’s the oldest, having survived six of her...
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