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A Story by Gabri
There are certain times and certain places where the light is perfect. It's hard to find in winter because most of the light is cold and unforgiving, ..
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A Story by Gabri
I looked around me. The glossy majesty of the snow had been swept over by the storm of silt. Stunted bushes tried to grow out of the forbidding ground..
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A Story by Gabri
To the right of me, the mountains had been touched with pale lavender, giving them an ethereal appearance. I turned then, to see where the light was c..
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The twisting, turningWild air of this dayHas crept into my heartAnd caused billows ofSunshine to grow there.Rising, flying, illuminated,Fingertips per..
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I told my heart to be strong and I told it to remember the stars which are always bright and true. I told my heart to wait without hope and I told my ..
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A Story by Gabri
This is true. But it's not even really a short story. (It's a vignette.)
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In these days of spring,When light floodsAll it can touch,And the winds blowIn giggling whispers'Round your ears,It does not doFor one to be sad.'Tis ..
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When I stepped out of my door,The sky had turned to a protective grey.Not a crack in it.Covering our home.Capturing the stillness.The trees stood quie..
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A few months agoThe trees budded with determination.Those buds grew ferventlyall summer.In just a few September weeks,They vivaciously turned to fire...
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The world conspired to defeat meIn the form of stiff spatulas,Cold toes,And a lost water bottle.Tired eyes,Strong onions,And propane stoves that would..
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