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Jill & The Mountain

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Jill & The Mountain

Jill turned onto the dirt road that led to the house. Looking out of the car’s windshield, she could see the house up ahead and the towering Mountain that stood behind it. Stopping the vehicle for a moment, Jill slowly inhaled as she took in the breathtaking sight in front of her.  Jill was home and would soon climb her Mountain. Continuing to drive the car down the road, once Jill reached the house, she parked the car, unloaded her things, then entered the home.  Nothing had changed, and the place looked the same as the last time she had been there. It was as if time seemed to have stood...

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Southern Sweet Mint Tea

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Southern Sweet Mint Tea

As Elsa filled the small pan with water at the sink, she looked out the kitchen window, and her mind wandered back to her childhood. (How many times had she done this same routine early in the morning of a hot summer day?) When she had filled the pan with just the right amount of water, she placed it on the burner on the stove. While waiting for the water to come to a boil, Elsa opened the cabinet, grabbed the box of teabags.  She placed the right amount of teabags into her Grandmothers’ well-used teapot.  After the water began to boil, she turned off the burner and poured the hot water over...

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One More Chance

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One More Chance

                                                                                                                                                    Did that fire happen, or am I dreaming? Now I need to check myself out. My back feels solid and straight, both of my arms feel attached, my seat not burned, all four legs are still there, but I only feel one foot. I feel blistered and scorched on one side, but most importantly, I need my other foot. Without two feet, I am useless.  Maybe, I am at the end of my journey, but what a good rocking time I have had. My journey started in a barn, which...

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One More Journey

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One More Journey

Did that fire happen, or am I dreaming? Now I need to check myself out. My back feels solid and straight, both of my arms feel attached, my seat not burned, all four legs are still there, but I only feel one foot. I feel blistered and scorched on one side, but most importantly, I need my other foot. Without two feet, I am useless.  Maybe, I am at the end of my journey, but what a good rocking time I have had. My journey started in a barn, which is where my creator built me.  You know what? My creator hand-carved the wooden spooled slats that make up my back and legs, and then he carefully...

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Visions & Smells

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Visions & Smells

Visions & Smells Looking through photo albums, I focused on a picture from the past. This photograph was of an old two-story apartment building, which was our first home. Shutting my eyes, the memories in my mind began to flow fast. While going deep into my memories, I saw myself walking alone. A mixture of aromas from past foods cooked filled the air. A smell not memorable for just one cuisine, but a pleasant blend of them all. Suddenly, I smelled your aftershave then pictured you sitting in your favorite chair. Entering the bedroom, I saw the curtains blowing then smelled the fresh air...

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