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Broken
wipe the tears trailing down my face black mascara a splotched disgrace he turned from me winner he embraced how will I ever show my face? to fail means ruin to fall stigmatizes to run discredits is there any reason to go on? find my worth in who I am not pretentious nor contentious full of grace though I failed once
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Winter Rages
Winter Rages.
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Winter Rages
One strives for words to qualify, the scene that plays before her eyes. For syllables to beautify, this tempest gusting ‘cross the skies.
The tiny specks of white make blind, please don’t forget to wear your shades. The landscapes brightest than most kind, compares to how the sun parades.
Cruel cold, its nip stings like a burn, so weird, same sense afflicts by hue. A fire set to ease concern, it…
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Picking Wildflowers
The Pink Lady Slippers
They are not to be picked or dug out as they are becoming extinct. But let me tell you, this year they made a real come back. The ditches in our area were filled with them. I even saw yellow ones which seem to be even more rare. You should have seen me when my daughter pointed them out to me. I was like a buzzing bee, frisky and flying about from one bunch to another. What…
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White wild daisies found in ditches and fields in Manitoba!
It's What I Do
It’s What I Do
I cut grass weekly on my deep orange coloured riding lawnmower. My Kubota cost me a small fortune. But it delivers what I expect it to and more. You might as well know the truth. I clear land with it. In other words, living in the country affords me the pleasure to cut to my heart’s content.
The little monster arrived on my mother’s lot about six years ago. It wasn’t the model I really…
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The Writing Lesson
With my quill in hand, I attempt to put pen to paper writing on the occurrences of the day. Spontaneously, the ink splatters over my entire page. Where is the blotter? It’s here somewhere. I am sure of it. Could Cassandra have tidied up and stashed it away? Nasty, nasty girl. I must warn her. Meddling into my things is not acceptable.
Jumping up with a quick jolt, my apron pocket catches the…
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Charlotte Bronté
One book I must read again and again has been written long ago, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronté.
Writer Charlotte Brontë was born on April 21, 1816, in Thornton, Yorkshire, England. Said to be the most dominant and ambitious of the Brontës, Charlotte was raised in a strict Anglican home by her clergyman father and a religious aunt after her mother and two eldest siblings died. She and her sister…
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Johann Georg Meyer von Bremen (1813 - 1886, German)
Johann Georg Meyer von Bremen (1813 – 1886, German)
Originally posted on I AM A CHILD:
Sleeping Beauty
The Three Sisters
A Little Schoolgirl
Contemplation
An Interrupted Moment
With The Grandmother
The Butterfly
Das lesende Madchen (Young Girl Reading)
Das lesende Madchen (Young Girl Reading)
Madchen mit Wasserkrug (The Young Water Carrier)
Hide And Seek
Tending The Little Ones
The Rabbit Seller
The Guardian Angel
Undressing The Baby
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First Day of a Manitoba Summer
First Day of a Manitoba Summer
Wild Roses are romantic and the dried scented petals fill undergarment drawers even today.
Good old summer time
Let’s have some fun. Four-wheeling through the soft sand would be somewhat like snowmobiling in snow. I think!!
Blueberry Country. Yes, black bear country too. I’ve met up with a few in my time.
Wildflowers are strewn across ditches, meadows and fields. Some varieties are becoming…
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A Broken Spirit ... May I
A Broken Spirit … May I
My world is empty … broken… shattered. In pieces, like a mirror struck by a fist, shiny shards strewn at my feet. Afraid to walk for fear I may pierce myself and bleed uncontrollably.
My Papa left me first to go to a better place. Every time I hear the call of geese, and ducks, my heart breaks again and soars into nothingness. Tears trickle down my cheeks and a miniature golf-sized ball settles…
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Bailey, Our Little Chihuahua
Bailey, Our Little Chihuahua
Meet Bailey. He was six weeks old in this photo. Too scrawny to let him toddle on the floor for fear someone may step on him, he was skirted behind a step-over wall to a small kitchen area and spent a great deal of time in his lofty, safe carrier.
He was so tiny when he first arrived. You can tell by my daughter’s hand holding him. The smallest neckband in the store needed to be cut…
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My Second Home; Rather the First
My Second Home; Rather the First
Does the title sound a little confusing? If it does, it may just be stating a fact. It’s home to me because it is where I grew up.
The house didn’t have French doors installed when I was a kid. That came much too much later. Perhaps, the deck could have been my stomping grounds, rather than the roof. I used to climb out of the window upstairs, either sit on the roof and scape the church steeple,…
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My Amazing Daughter
My beautiful daughter who is going through Chemo treatments at present. This was taken while I was at her home a couple of days following her first go. Doesn’t she look beautiful? I’m sorry if I may sound a little hubristic. She, along with my three other children, are my pride and joy. Not to mention, the nine awesome grandchildren I can claim as my own. At least, for the time being. I realize…
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Are You a Writer?
Are You a Writer?
Originally posted on boy with a hat:
A writer is an innocent liar, a soother of troubled minds, a gluer of broken hearts, a dreamer of forgotten dreams, an adventurer afraid of heights.
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Canadian Whiskey Jack ( Five facts you may care to know)
Canadian Whiskey Jack ( Five facts you may care to know)
On my photo outings, I am like a hawk, ready to capture a unique and beautiful bird. Some people might not care for the more common named bird, the Gray Jay, however I was so excited to see this little fellow land just a few feet from me, camera in hand. I could have hugged him, but he would have preferred a piece of cheese, bread crumb or possibly a slice of apple out of my hand.
I remember as a…
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Loretta Saunders Murder
drew delaney:
Please help us reach a million signatures. If it was your sister who went missing and found murdered, would you want help to find the murderers?
Originally posted on Gotta Find a Home:
Dennis —
Thanks to all of you, my petition for a public inquiry into missing and murdered aboriginal women has crossed the 300,000 signature mark!! This is the largest show of public support EVER on…
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