The more I write, the more I am taken with it, the magic of the word. Turn the wrist and your word is a clear brook. Flick, and you have a blade, or a balm. To be able to put out one, two, three words for a title and draw people in; convince them to pause in their hurried steps and step inside, there is a power in that. They pull up a seat, and some linger and chat. Some cry a little; other times they walk out still laughing because it was the room of your childhood they had entered and they remembered. The window to your marriage you’d opened and they know. It was your messy soul they inhabited briefly, experienced from the inside out and they blushed a little. It was their one-minute confessional before they drew the door back out to the light.
There is something…
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Very nice share Liz 🤗
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Thank you Susan!
My refrigerator pickles are almost ready!! I know they will be scrupulously delicious because I followed your recipe.
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Thanks Liz for the share 😀 Great piece
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Thanks Susan.
I gleaned some information from it!
Enjoy your day, Susan!
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