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Six Word Story (44)
Read more: Six Word Story (44)If light didn’t exist, the universe as we know it would be very different. With out it we wouldn’t know what darkness is, or vegetation, or warmth. Light is a beautiful thing, sometimes searingly so. The light of the sun can burn human eyes if we look directly at it, yet we need it. It…
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Six Word Story (43)
Read more: Six Word Story (43)Earth is home to many cycles. The water cycle, the air cycle, the earth cycle are among them. Systemes created to build, break down, reuse, and rebuild. All of that grinding, melting, molding, fusing, is science’s magic of making one thing into another. While it all follows a pattern, it all looks like chaos. Such…
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Six Word Story (41)
Read more: Six Word Story (41)Water is one of earth’s natural mirrors and puddles, the perfect place to start an adventure. Do you view self reflection as an adventure? I would argue that you should. Taking a good look at ourselves is scary. Is there something there we don’t want to acknowledge? There are also many good things about ourselves…
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Six Word Stories (40)
Read more: Six Word Stories (40)This world has broken my heart. So much discord, and lost faith. I turn about, not knowing who or what to trust. Broken trust is not a laughing matter. But I have hope. You see, I trust in a God that has made it his business to fix things, and they are always far more…
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His Dream
Read more: His DreamI was a thought before my birth. A dream He spun into the mathematics of time.
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Six Word Story (39)
Read more: Six Word Story (39)Is it sinister? Or two sisters bearing their souls to one another?
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Six Word Story (38)
Read more: Six Word Story (38)They are small, they are fierce. Why do we underestimate them so? Why do we deny they are reflections of what still lives deep inside of every adult heart? Cherish those hearts, be they in the bodies of 2-year-olds, or in full-grown adults with all our learned coping mechanisms. It’s never too late to be…
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Six Word Stories (37)
Read more: Six Word Stories (37)I am so small, and that climb is so high. There is no railing. What makes the difference? A guiding hand to help me hold my balance and keep me from filling backyards while I take one step at a time. What if I can not find that hand? What if I am alone? What…
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It Would
Read more: It WouldIt came skippingin exuberance unchecked.A child with something to say. It left,deflated.Dismissed by the one it would engage, and aged. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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