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| | | | | © Ayr/Gray I enter the room, not much thereI see a broom... or maybe, call it a brush? I would much rather have an easel here I'll use a big, big brush to paintand using many colours and of courseit'll be totally abstract! my husband - the artist~~~~ Posted forThe Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge... | |
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| | | | | Time Benders In dreams, yesterday's suns visit. Today's shadows, drought's parched earth, where nothing can grow. I weep. American cinquain form top photo taken on July 13, 2021 Colleen Chesebro is the host of TankaTuesday. Colleen wants us to include sunflowers in our syllabic poetry this week. | |
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| | | | | Written for Today's Writing Practice #4where we're given today's prompt.Here's where the prompt took me. The Prompt: A man wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of whispers. At first, he thinks it's the radio, but when he checks, it's turned off. The whispers grow louder, until he realizes they're coming... | |
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