Tag: Just so stories
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The Work Ahead
A warm, dark, cloudy morning. We are told there will be sun and a breeze later. Maybe snow Sunday. I keep finding myself fretting about things I have no control over. Lots of things. Then there are the middle of the night awakens, the revenge fantasies, and the moments of sheer hopelessness. Sound familiar? I’m…
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Just So Stories
The mid-afternoon sun casts long shadows across the field where this morning crows gathered as they often do. Now a squirrel makes its way across snow covered open ground to a copse of trees. The afternoon sea breeze moves tree branches and tugs insistently at the storm door. The angle of the sun is now…
