Tag: Moving
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I Sat in a Tree
I sat in a tree today. I climbed just high enough that I was nervous but not afraid. The branch was thick and sturdy but still made me sore from sitting there for so long. Above me was a hornet nest, or maybe it was wasps. I never learned to tell the difference. Either way…
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Helping
(Image provided by Paul Cleveland) Danny disliked the new home. It was fine enough during the day but at night things changed. At night, the walls began to whisper. Most of the time it sounded like faint hissing, or perhaps someone whispering just far enough away that you could hear them but not understand what…
Bridge of Broken Glass 