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.
Dry and sunny
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The weather has continued to be mostly dry and sunny, but with a chilly
wind at times, and looks set to continue through next week. I’m not that
fussed abo...
20 hours ago
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