Yesterday
would have been the day I usually posted a story, but the day took on a life of
its own. Between family obligations and
home projects I barely found the time to check my email before I collapsed on
the couch late in the evening unable to summon up the energy to have a
conversation with my husband much less creatively put words together in a story
that would make sense. So yesterday’s
story is this morning story, written with the dew on the grass and the rising
sun shinning in the window.
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