My Messages - Theme for Day 8
After fifty years she ran out of curses. Just like that. She opened her mouth… and silence. It was the first time since her childhood that she couldn’t taste ash.
My response:
She rushed upstairs to the mirror. A new face blinked at her. New, but still familiar. Same wrinkles and greying hair, but radiant. The ugly duckling was now a swan.
Keeping tags...
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*Carabus auronitens - a ground beetle.*
Perhaps it’s an age thing, but most days I carry a series of lists in my
head: jobs to do, people to call, articl...
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