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Sun and Moon and The Dusty Fridge of the Sky
As he spun his web of gold around the evening, Sun smiled on the river children, below. Oh, how they splashed and cackled and loved! What would Moon think of this beauty, Sun wondered, knowing how his dear and sleepy… Continue reading
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Golden Light
She holds my hand and walks me home while rabid dogs do lie, she takes each ache, and wraps them dear though fear, old foe, won’t die. Her seeds of goodness, daily, sprout she guides my heart by day, the… Continue reading
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The Unfortunate Story of A Large Dog.
The German Shepherd changed things. She considered revenge, but then, he had always nurtured a sick fantasy of being mistreated by women. How inconvenient life could be at times. Still. He had known she would only consider small dogs, and… Continue reading
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Charlotte’s Web. and why I am me because of it.
Perception is a vastly misunderstood word, I think, because, for the most part, we use it in very one dimensional terms. It looks like that man over there is grumpy. It sounds like he is, too, given he’s just yelled… Continue reading
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14 Day Creative Challenge
My beautiful bloggy friends. Let’s do this. xx www.instagram.com/reel/Cj9OUdxBDte/ All my love, Brooke ❤️☀️ Continue reading
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Stop. Imagine.
Stop. Imagine. There is a human here and a human there. Both are different, vastly so. Human number one feels okay being bombarded with a box full of emails. He tackles them, one by one, and then he continues on… Continue reading
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A Silence
I am tidying the mess my three children have made. Motherhood has broken me, today. It has hurt me, it has hurt them, and all because I have failed to be perfect. And so have they. But as I am… Continue reading
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Writing
It comes when it is ready to come. It chooses, I have no say. I just feel and write what the feelings translate to. A miraculous marvel. A beauty of life I’m so, so thankful for. Continue reading
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The Orange Light. Micro Fiction.
Burnt orange light feels safe. Pop’s old library is full of it; lamp dappled walls, beautiful to look at, even more beautiful to feel. How do you describe a feeling? You can only feel, and open up so others can… Continue reading
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