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A page from a yearly calendar

Every Year

By Hannah Meade My fiancé, Brian, died exactly five years ago today. Five whole years have already passed and still, I feel the heart-wrenching sadness I felt on the day he died. I find myself snuggling back up in my grey sheets, wanting a few more minutes of peace before…

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Tears Flowers

by Don Morgan The ghost of night shades the waterfront, cliffs and his hasty footprints in the sand. Painted flowers and her tears flow back to the sea.  

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MoonLake

  by Don G. Morgan I see the grandeur of the snow covered winter trees, and the lake. A cloud dark sky, the moon, the center of a filigree of light gleaming in the snow, reflected on the lake’s white frost. And above that a cathedral of towering pillars, mushrooms…

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