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    Saturday, 15 November 2014

    So who was I at nine or ten? What was precious to me? What gave me fulfillment? What shaped my world? At nine and ten, I was sometimes quiet, and some times quite noisy. I hated kickball, but loved to jump rope. I was afraid of whizzing balls going ...
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    Saturday, 15 November 2014

    Tiny fragments of pain, shards of random thoughts, the sharp feelings cut deep into my heart~ heart aches ©annettealaine 2014
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Saturday, 15 November 2014

    Shivering in the cold, she refuses to yield, to return to the scene of the crime~ sharp words left hanging in the air, peace shattered over a bowl of oatmeal annettealaine 2014
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    Saturday, 27 September 2014

    She sits on the side of the road~ arms wrapped around her knees, head bent, shoulders heaving. The white Cadillac idles on a side street, passenger door propped open~ the driver walks to the road, steps gingerly towards her, arms outstretched...
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    Sunday, 24 August 2014

    Just for today,I'm going to shut out the chaos, and side step the drama. Just for today,I'm going to quiet the negative voices that echo through my brain. Just for today,I'm going to power down, and sit with the silence. Just for today,I'm going t...

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Ken Hartke Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
Thanks, Rosy, -- glad you liked it.
Ken Hartke I Promise
20 May 2018
I am so looking forward to your return -- I love your writing and wish you well. From my youth I've...
Stephen Evans I Promise
20 May 2018
Sometimes when I am dealing with deep anxiety I find that work (by which I mean writing), and the f...
Rosy Cole Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
I just love this, Ken. As appealing to the senses as a painting. Thanks :-)
Rosy Cole I Promise
20 May 2018
Prayers for you, as ever, Rina. So nice to see you here and good that you're feeling positive. God b...

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