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Ginny. (a short story)
I keep staring out my kitchen window this morning as if I will suddenly see Ginny walking to her car. I only know her name is Ginny because a package was delivered here once by mistake. I looked up the name on Facebook and saw her profile picture matching the woman I sometimes see ever…
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Hope & a love letter to my weekend
Not all weekends can be great. A great weekend is subjective on whether you were looking to be productive or not, how the weather went, if your sports team did well, or a host of other variables. My weekend was a great weekend because the weather was warm all weekend for the first time in…
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The day after.
Twas a long winter. I’ve said this to several people lately as some sort of excuse for myself and I have been met with similar anguished looks and words of both understanding and agreement. Everyone seems to both understand exactly what I am talking about and agree that this winter was long. I don’t know…
Flanneled Vixen 