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The Great Dame of Death
Read more: The Great Dame of DeathShe’s not dead. But she’s not alive. She exists somewhere in the realm of the once was. A beautiful hat, tilted over her eye. A dress, swirling with colors—the color of flowers, of the sky, of the ocean, and of a busy marketplace. Of life. She’s sophisticated, she’s out and about. She’s full of life.…
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The Insecure Writer’s Group August Blog Hop: A Real and True Typhoon
Read more: The Insecure Writer’s Group August Blog Hop: A Real and True TyphoonThe Insecure Writers’ Group is an organization of writers offering support and encouragement to all those taking on the challenges of writing. Every month they sponsor a blog hop where writers can blog about a topic related to overcoming obstacles and exploring various aspects of the writing journey. If you’d like to participate in a…
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The Insecure Writer’s Group July Blog Hop: What Would Make You Stop Writing?
Read more: The Insecure Writer’s Group July Blog Hop: What Would Make You Stop Writing?The Insecure Writers’ Group is an organization of writers offering support and encouragement to all those taking on the challenges of writing. Every month they sponsor a blog hop where writers can blog about a topic related to overcoming obstacles and exploring various aspects of the writing journey. If you’d like to participate in a…
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The Insecure Writer’s Group: My First Draft and the Strange Old Mansion
Read more: The Insecure Writer’s Group: My First Draft and the Strange Old MansionHello! The Insecure Writers’ Group is a group of writers offering motivation and encouragement to all those taking on the challenges of writing. Every month the ISWG sponsors a blog hop where writers can blog about a topic related to overcoming obstacles and exploring various aspects of the writing journey. If you’d like to participate…
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Something Like Solitude
Read more: Something Like Solitude“Ah! I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill at sunset to see the forms of the mountains in the horizon…” -Henry David Thoreau I found myself sitting in my garage today, thinking. Even though thinking might be a bit too generous, It was more like sitting and staring at boxes of folded…
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The Insecure Writer’s Group: A Tale of Two Stories
Read more: The Insecure Writer’s Group: A Tale of Two StoriesThe Insecure Writers’ Group is an organization of writers offering support and encouragement to all those taking on the challenges of writing. Every month they sponsor a blog hop where writers can blog about a topic related to overcoming obstacles and exploring various aspects of the writing journey. If you’d like to participate in a…
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The Wisdom of a Starry Night
Read more: The Wisdom of a Starry NightI had a totally different post planned for today. I knew what I wanted to say, and the pictures I wanted to use. I had it all ready to go in my head. Except that when I sat down to work on it, I got…sidetracked. Trying so hard to check more and more things off…
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The Vainest of them All
Read more: The Vainest of them AllIs it the smile—smug and a little condescending? The tilt of her head, lifted slightly as she looks down both literally and figuratively on those around her? Maybe it’s the jewels, or the opulent fabric of her gown. Or maybe, even more likely, it is the mirror in her hand, a mirror that is likely…
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A Million Blazing Colors
Read more: A Million Blazing ColorsI searched for inspiration and I came back with nothing. The rain, and everything around me felt suffocating and I escaped into the gloom and the drizzle outside looking for a spark—a tiny glow to set me on my way. The beach was cold—the water grey and angry. I brought a blanket and laid it…
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A Thousand Words
Read more: A Thousand WordsWhen you look at him, what do you see? A god? A human? Something in between? The day was a sunny mid-afternoon in Rome, spent sightseeing and wandering the halls of the Galleria Borghese. I had seen many beautiful things that day—sculptures, ancient crumbling buildings, lovely frescoes— all testaments to human creativity and vision, glimpses…
Winter Betancourt 