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A Good Day for Egrets | Birds of a Feather

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Birds of a Feather. Here's a Story for You. The Artful Weaver Blog and Gallery. A Good Day for Egrets. March 29, 2015. The Common Egret is almost the size of the Great Blue Heron. On most days, when we walk along the bay shore, we see an egret or two. And most often it is a large impressive common egret. The smaller snowy egret seems to prefer north bay waters and is less often seen near south bay shores. But sometimes we get lucky. The Snowy Egret is much smaller than the Common Egret. March 29, 2015.

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Once Upon a Time | The Oldest Vocation

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Once Upon a Time. Posted by Clarissa Atkinson. August 8, 2014. In 1955, right out of college. Right above the bathtub on the second floor there was a skylight that offered dirty and difficult access to the roof. We had an occasional party up there on hot summer evenings, and the only real drawback to the arrangement was that sometimes the person lying in the bath heard a loud scraping noise and felt the shower of soot that preceded a pair of feet descending toward her wet, bare body. To Kill a Mockingbird.

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Neverland | Herdthinner's Happy Place

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Herdthinner's Happy Place. Whatever helps me get there. Thought it’d be a page about my love for the works of J.M. Barrie, eh? But I could say that I’ve skipped a fair number of rites of passage for Adulthood. The “About” page has paragraphs about my blog and such. There are some navel-gazing posts. Here is the “Never Have I Ever” game as a page. A bulleted list of things about me. Don’t say I never did anything for you (hee! Never went to Prom. Never went to Homecoming (dance). Never a piercing, ANYwhere.

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Callie’s Lymphoma Journey – My Golden Life

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Dedicated to my Golden Retrievers and my shelter pup. A Poodle Named Kissy. Callie’s Lymphoma Journey. August 15, 2015. August 15, 2015. Since my last post, What Would Mom Want Me To Do? Which you can read here. We received the dreaded news that Callie definitely does have lymphoma. I’ve posted about it briefly on Facebook, and the outpouring of love and support, prayers and positive thoughts (“vibes”) has filled my heart with gratitude. So where do we go from here? Note to self Wednesday? Having a dog w...

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Dear Stranger | Jot It Down

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And though she be but little, she is fierce. August 13, 2015. August 12, 2015. The world is full of so many different people and situations, most of which are overlooked in daily life. Lately, I have been taking note of individuals that seem to catch my eye and wondering what I would say to them, were I to talk to them. So this is the start of a series called. Where I shall share my observations and end them with a note to that person. Whether these people will see these posts or not I will never know.

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MasterClass | "Bethie's Place"

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I love writing, reading, and everything books! For those of you who read my Friday Feature: “Let’s Talk Books”, I will be shifting its focus to sharing what I’ve written each week and asking for your feedback, criticism, and ideas to make the book better along the way. It’s because of you, that I’ve decided to take this leap of faith and I hope you’ll join me. Blessings, “Bethie”. Posted in Daily Blog. And tagged creative writing. Newer Entry →. 14 thoughts on “ MasterClass. June 3, 2015 at 5:58 am.

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Mytwosentences 105 | Mytwosentences

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Thoughts and Observations from Edward Roads. April 25, 2015. Day after monotonous day, Old Man Winter relentlessly wielded his unyielding wand to summon a persistent hodgepodge of pitiless elemental ferocities. He slowly descended the ascending stairs of spring seeking hibernation from the vernal thaumaturge who initiated efflorescence by bestowing her benevolence upon his wake. Written by Edward Roads. Mytwosentences 106 →. 29 thoughts on “ Mytwosentences 105. April 25, 2015 at 11:03 am. We are more tha...

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Mytwosentences 104 | Mytwosentences

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Thoughts and Observations from Edward Roads. April 18, 2015. April 19, 2015. An air freshener-like smell of pine, from the abandoned mill across the street, continued to linger above what was now a simple shallow pond devoid of aspiring hockey players. After several spirited weeks of perpetual ice, the boys with blades, as they were called, knew mother nature had finally put the kibosh on another season of camaraderie and kinetic kinship. Written by Edward Roads. Mytwosentences 105 →. Liked by 1 person.

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Who am I? Deborah A. Bowman – BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor

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Words Bring to Life Your Dreams, Fantasies, and Ideas! Deborah A. Bowman. Editorial Services, Clasid Consultants Publishing, Inc. Deborah A. Bowman. Creativity has no boundaries. My in-home office (an outside Gazebo) inspires me. Deborah A. Bowman (bowmanauthor):. My first poem was published when I was 12 years old in a 4-H Magazine, and I was hooked! I read everything I could get my hands on and wrote continuously…everything for everyone. At an early age (late-30’s) I spent two years in a wheelcha...

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The Old Man and the Blackbird  | Whatever it is, it's not so bad

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Whatever it is, it's not so bad. Live Life to the Fullest. Skip to primary content. The Old Man and the Blackbird. August 12, 2015. The blackbird sits by the window. Waiting for his friend to rise. The old man wakes up and walks slowly to the window. He opens it just slightly to let his friend in. 8220;How are you feeling,” the blackbird asks. 8220;Tired, but fine my friend,” the old man replies. The blackbird shakes his feathers and looks the old man up and down. So, the old man sat down at the table, t...