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Apple Pie

Apple Pie

The days of February are the longest. I don’t care that February is supposed to be the shortest month, by all respects it’s the longest month of the entire year. Everything is devoid of colour, we are pummelled with copious…

When I Miss Her

When I Miss Her

Most days I don’t want to be reminded of her. I don’t want to recall the way she talked and the things she did. I would rather not be reminded of the pain she inflicted to others and herself in…

Autumn

Autumn

[wp_ad_camp_2] It’s still dark outside as we rouse ourselves from our warm bed. There’s coffee and quiet moments in the living room as the sun rises over the cedar trees. A quiet contentment to not speak but just spend time…

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