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Monthly Archives: December, 2018

The Black Spruce Bog

The Ground shifted under my feet. I looked to my right and there was Brenda, bouncing up and down with a big smile on her face. I have to admit, the sensation of the earth moving beneath my feet was pretty awesome. I did some bouncing of my own. ¬†We were in a Black Spruce …

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The Waif – A Christmas Story

  The year was 1827, fourteen years since my birth. I stood outside the two-story log house. All the homes in my village were squat and one-story. But this building was a sight to behold. What piqued my curiosity the most was the Christmas tree in the upstairs front window. It was a dark shadow …

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