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Day Twenty-six, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 26, 2018 by Mary Beth Frezon

Those sitting with hills brushing their hair with wind having a cloud ceiling. These are the folk, trusted and thought to be brave facing the dangers they find and ignoring the phantoms. The birds bring them news and the seasons, … Continue reading →

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Day Twenty-five, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 25, 2018 by Mary Beth Frezon

In the rain the ground parts to let the still greenness flow upward and out. In the rain the greens resolve to face April’s chill leaving the warm mould. In the rain the world takes a big breath of soft … Continue reading →

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Day Twenty-four, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 24, 2018 by Mary Beth Frezon

That’s what I started out with, but then I sat looking over a little pond, thinking I might be painting or sketch-booking or something. Instead I fished my binoculars out of the trunk and sat watching a pair of blue … Continue reading →

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Day Twenty, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 20, 2018 by Mary Beth Frezon

This morning before work I headed out, hoping to do a little painting before work. And I did. But there was this glaring bright thing up in the sky that hurt my eyes! Sun? What’s that? I don’t remember… A … Continue reading →

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Day Seventeen, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 17, 2018 by Mary Beth Frezon

The radio spits out news that can’t be held listening as witness, eyes opening and turning to the weirdness of snow on the seventeenth of April, snow, hail, sleet doesn’t this seem more likely than all that world stuff? Mid-April, … Continue reading →

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