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Then one night George had been awakened by singing. He strained to look at the pallets on the cold cave floor, but the sick soldiers slept on, unaware of the music. It didn’t come from any of them. Though his body ached, George rose from his bed to move toward . . . Continue Reading

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Standing at the threshold, he searched the darkness. He couldn’t see anything, but that didn’t mean something wasn’t there, lurking outside the reach of light. Watching. Waiting. He knew it was out there. He’d seen it. And it’d seen him . . . Continue Reading

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They were once so much more than an entry to a house, a place to display plants, deposit muddy shoes, and greet people. Their usage was year-round, utilizing a quilt, and relying on the sun, for cold winter days . . . Continue Reading

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I gather small fallen branches and twigs and arrange my campfire. Back to the cliff’s edge, to sit and look around. No matter in what direction I look, I see no man-made lights. The darkening sky shows a sliver of moon, and countless stars begin to appear. Other than the whispering of a gentle breeze in some tall grasses behind me, all is silent . . . Continue Reading

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The man explained how he loved walking along the Baltic Sea. It reminded him of his childhood, picking up the amber that was tossed onto the coast by ocean waves. He held out his hand which contained small pieces of amber. He lifted my arm and dropped the specks into my palm.

“I even found some today. I want to give it to you.” He smiles.

I again thanked him and said goodbye as he continued on his stroll.

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The comforting glow of low light welcomed me in and I would nestle down into the covers while she flitted around the room drawing shades and making the room more snug. Always it was the same process. I found the sameness comforting. I knew the next question . . . Continue Reading

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Thank you, Appalachia, for all your creativity, talent, and beauty. We offer our heartfelt gratitude to you all, along with a steadfast commitment to remain a venue for the creative spirit in these mountains. We are so honored to . . . Continue Reading

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Even though I’ve only lived in the South, I tried to make my own path in the world, from the East coast to the West coast, from my childhood to getting older, in between work to earning a living. The core values I gained from being raised on a farm guided me on a . . . Continue Reading