When I decided I wanted to write a blog the first time, it was probably ten years ago. Maybe more. From what I recall, I thought it would be a fun way to try new recipes and catalogue them. I didn’t do it. The second time I decided I
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Her body swayed with the familiar cadence of her horse’s steps. His steady hooves plodded along the dirt road with a dozen other horses and their riders - lined up as if they were in a parade. She wanted to lean forward and whisper words of encouragement in her horse&
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11. 12. 13. She counted silently, leaning against the counter with her head heavy in her hands from lack of sleep the night before. Agh, she wanted to go back to bed, to lay her head on her heavenly pillow, to kick the man out of it if he was
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Hunched over in the sun, the grizzled old man grumbled to himself. His fingers worked with practiced dexterity to manipulate the wire used for this task. The wiry grey curls of his hair stayed off his face, even as he bent and straightened and muttered, as if they knew better