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.
It’s been wintry…
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this week with daytime temperatures feeling around 0 C, a couple of hard
overnight frosts and some sleety rain but thankfully no snow. With weather
like th...
2 days ago
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