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The Legacy
FICTION, 1,500 words. I was building a house to start a life on some good acreage of farmland in northern Massachusetts. A place to raise my young family; a town with good people and new friends. New friends like Tom, … Continue reading
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Because the Wind
The wind broke a branch off the tip of an old, tall tree. The tree said, I can survive this. The branch said, I cannot. The leaf-covered ground came rushing into sight, but at the last moment the branch got … Continue reading
My Kind
MY KIND Thinking back to way back, when I was a young teen and didn’t know of people’s differences, I thought I’d play along until another of my kind would come. Now it’s settled into my head that I haven’t … Continue reading
