 Every time I walk by this gnarled branch emerging from the dense foliage, I think of a dragon. I’m not sure if it means well or might do me harm. Luckily Kate is there to protect me, just in case.
My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 18: 40 words, TOTAL = 2828; 57,172 remaining
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AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs. Archives
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