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Full Name: Ellen T. McKnight
Timezone: America/Chicago
Website: http://www.ellentmcknight.com/
Biography: <p>I write contemporary fiction, including novels, short stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry. My short work has been published in literary journals and anthologies. My soon-to-be-completed novel, The Ex-Mom, made the Finalist Short List in the Faulkner Writing Competition as a novel-in-progress. I belong to the Writers, a juried critique group of published authors, and have helped to bring programs to hundreds of writers as a Board member of Off Campus Writer's Workshop. Connecting through Story, my blog for writers and readers, is featured on my website at <a href="http://www.ellentmcknight.com/">ellentmcknight.com</a>.</p>

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Monika Schott A rickety bridge
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Thanks, Di.
Diane Rampertshammer A rickety bridge
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Pure poetry - very evocative - you are a painter with words..Di
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