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Hooves’ thunder…

    When her mother woke up, with the sunset, she had already been sitting by the window for hours. The night before, she had rushed back to the village. It was late, and she had been nervous to say the least, walking all by herself for the first time, in the middle of the…… Continue reading Hooves’ thunder…

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Still waiting…

  It wasn’t an easy task, to take care of this house all by herself. She was used to being in charge of the cleaning, and the kitchen was definately her kingdom… But he usually helped her, making sure she never ran out of wood for the old stove, and he spent time every day…… Continue reading Still waiting…

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The letter…

  It had been weeks since the two men had left the village. She sat in a corner of the room and brushed her fingers on the still unopened letter. She wished she could have shared this moment with her mother, wether the news locked in the fragile envelope were good or bad. Unfortunately, someone…… Continue reading The letter…

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Visit to the village…

Previously posted on September 4th of 2018.     Most of his words had, and never would leave his home in the woods. She still tried to understand why he didn’t have greater ambition for his tales. He probably didn’t doubt all the books he had stacked on the many shelves of the house could…… Continue reading Visit to the village…

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Evening doubts…

Previously posted August 19th of 2018.     Sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to be going over his day writings, he glanced her way.  Humming an old lullaby to herself, she was cleaning their dishes, like she always did. She didn’t seem unhappy, but how could he be sure? Sometimes at night, when the…… Continue reading Evening doubts…

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The walk…

Previously posted on August 18th of 2018. She loved these long walks they took, when the weather allowed it. . He had his modest house built in the middle of the woods, ages ago. She never got tired of the scenery, either they headed to the lake shore, up the hill to have a view…… Continue reading The walk…

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A Muse Day…

Previously posted on July 30th of 2018.     Everything was set. The new day could begin. She had opened the shutters, lit the wood oven and put water to boil on the stove. Everyone of her moves was precise and weirdly graceful. A well prepared ballet she had practiced and perfected along the months.…… Continue reading A Muse Day…