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valleyofthetrolls.blog
The more he tried to explain, the longer and less clear the situation became. "Tommy," she gasped as she held up her hands in protest and the words cascaded, filled the small kitchen with its red and white country chintz curtains, pressed against each other until they burst through the flimsy wooden door... |
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thisisanotherstory.com
A woman at the park shares her thoughts on the injuries children sustain as they grow up, reflecting on her own clumsy childhood and the nature of childlike clumsiness. |
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valleyofthetrolls.blog
Before the Rain The rain hadn't dropped yet but he felt the pressure of its immediacy... Six Sentence Story, on sailing and grief |
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timothyjhammons.com
A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench... |
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