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Sunday, February 06, 2022

(The Writer magazine word of the day, 28-day word challenge):


A fallen tree never went anywhere, days gone never came again, and the tales we tell only change with each time they’re told aloud.

I sat alone wishing for a wishing well but all I found was a rock and a painted rock it was.

I sat the rock upon a chair. It never spoke but it gave me a lugh whenever someone sat in the chair.

My day is nearly over and I am alone with my thoughts again.

This day will end like it began, with a dream and a hope for the next day to come.

Keep your dreams alive, don’t let them die out.

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