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Six Word Story (79)
Read more: Six Word Story (79)For a while they hold fast, grow, preparing for the fall. A fall that’s inevitable.
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Six Word Story (78)
Read more: Six Word Story (78)Young, still growing, still learning, still gaining strength. We call it a bud, but it is still a flower.
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Six Word Story (77)
Read more: Six Word Story (77)Nothing gets done unless someone is willing to get their hands dirty.
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Six Word Story (74)
Read more: Six Word Story (74)There are special people in this world that thrive in the background.
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Six Word Story (73)
Read more: Six Word Story (73)Our hearts? Can they still hear the whispers of the waves? Can we still praise in the doubt?
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Six Word Story (72)
Read more: Six Word Story (72)What do you do when you find a proverbial canoe on your shoulders, instead of in the water where it belongs?
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Creamy New
Read more: Creamy NewThe statue’s skin was creamy white. It spoke of new thoughts, ideas, and beliefs. The cracks already forming around elbows, wrists and ankles revealed cheapness. Good intentions hurried, ignoring minuscule weaknesses. The bird crap on shoulders reminded, nature will have its way. When the first hand crumbled, a raven laughed. ©2022 Mary Grace van der…
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Six Word Story (69)
Read more: Six Word Story (69)Who? Why? There is always a reason someone turns on the lights, strikes a match, or opens shutters. It takes intention. The effects of that one action go beyond the single act and affect everyone who inhabits the darkness. be them human, bug, or bacteria. Light, and the act of lighting. Such small things, such…
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