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awriterintheroom.wordpress.com
It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee |
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lifeafter50forwomen.com
Coping abuse comesin many formsso as coping. one could smileand just moveforward. one could prayharder -with the hopeof making themstronger. one ... Coping |
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lisaapaul.home.blog
A girl huddled near the glowing fire like a shivering gnome, wispy smoke up the chimney. "More wood, you Scrooge!" she shouted to her father. https://estherchilton.co.uk/2024/12/19/can-you-tell-a-story-in-267/ https://estherchilton.co.uk/2024/12/19/can-you-tell-a-story-in-267/ |
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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
crisp orange leaf floats like a melody its music reverberating through the silent woods I wrote this septolet for this week's Wea've Written Weekly at the Skeptic's Kaddish. Here's the prompt for the week: Write a "Septolet" that refers to something that is held, something that one might hold. The Septoletis a poem consisting ofexactly... |
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