Tag: easel musings
member name: Wanda H.
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August 06, 2008 11:51 PM EDT --
I can remember the day my Grandma took this picture. I was sitting on the window seat, waiting for my Daddy to come home from the Navy, intently watching the street below. I could see the whole . . .
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August 20, 2008 09:43 PM EDT --
Jennie viewed herself in the mirror wearing the blue dress and hat, an early birthday present from her parents. She turned back and forth, trying to see all sides of herself at once. The color and the . . .
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September 03, 2008 11:02 PM EDT --
This will be the last entry in my journal. Tomorrow I will be gone, to whatever reward has been laid up for me. My illness has progressed until I can not take the pain any longer.
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June 11, 2008 06:18 PM EDT --
Eternally dark down here, drafty, too, steamy and dank, smells like dirty socks. The kind that "Old Geezer" wore daily without washing. Whispers come in the steam . . .
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