Writing
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The False Cross (Part III)
Below is the ending to my story, The False Cross. Here is a link to part one. Here, part two. All day it rained. The sky was a shade of concrete. Anne napped, cleaned the lodge, then napped again. As a child she had liked rain. It instilled in her a comforting calm, a forced relaxation. Continue reading
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The False Cross (Part II)
“Can you tell where the mountains stop and the sky begins?” Continue reading
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The False Cross (Part I)
“They fancy themselves full-throated adventurers…” Continue reading
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Next?
“How can one resist the pull of such a place? Perhaps one cannot.” Continue reading
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Maine, three years on.
I have made progress pursuing a dream or two… Continue reading
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The Gentlemen of Baltimore: Charles
“There is safety in numbers…” Continue reading
...the house I live in... 