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The wind gusts yesterday were over fifty and they blew all day long. The river, in the small town, where I work has been blown off its' course. No longer is what lies beneath it, a secret.
Published: Tuesday, March 6th, 2018 @ 9:34 pm
By: Michele Rhem
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Sunday dinner is over and I am at the morning table, watching it rain through the morning window.
Published: Wednesday, October 5th, 2016 @ 11:31 am
By: Michele Rhem
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