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Writing Challenge: April 25, 2018 Prompt: Write about a childhood memory. My sister and I shared a pair of skates. Old, beat-up, and no longer white but now a dirty-faded shade of yellow. Sitting on the large, covered deck, we would take our beat-up skates in hand and we would each put one on a
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He’ll be home for Christmas. I haven’t seen him since the green summer at the bay. The blue seawater off the coast- And the setting sun on the Ferry Slip- a memory to last through the lonely autumn. But, he’ll be home for Christmas- To warm me again as the days grow short and cold.
Bringing Mae Flowers 