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Snowball Fight

“Daniel, this the first snow in five years. It’s beautiful, but I wonder what it means?” “Yes, Kate. Since that very warm winter we had in 2017, the weather during the last five years has been unheard of across the

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Dolly

“Caroline, you have disobeyed me,” her mother said, slurring her words, as she stepped toward her daughter. “Give me that doll you have behind your back.” Caroline sobbed. Her favorite aunt gave her Dolly. Her aunt that was so nice to

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Time is a Wheel

“Harry, please don’t play underneath the house. It’s dangerous,” said Harry’s mother when she found her nine-year old son leaning on the old wheel under the house. “But, Mom, said Harry, “I have to see what the wheel says.” “What

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The Runaway

She sat huddled in a booth in the back of the diner. Clutching her backpack against her chest. That man had tried to sit down beside her. She’d told him she was only 15 years old. He finally left. Jeff,

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The Veteran and Christmas Spirit

  The old guy sitting in the diner was a Vietnam vet. He didn’t know what to do. His last buddy, also his roommate, died today. That meant his home was gone too. He had been there for hours. The

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Wildfire and Rose

“It’s going to be 19 degrees F. tonight and not more than 21 degrees tomorrow. We have to get the horses in,” Skip said. “Especially Wildfire,” I replied. “His coat seems thin this year. He’s not out there with the

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Desolation

They unpacked their luggage in the room on the top floor of the old house. The view was magnificent as they looked out onto the flats. Magnificent but disturbing somehow. “Do you like it?” he asked. She thought about it

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Hard Work

“Mom, I’m embarrassed,” the boy said. His mom was working around in their tent, trying to straighten the bed clothes from the night before and get the boy dressed for school. “It’s my turn to have the boys over for

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Buried Treasure

Raven asked her mother, “But, Mother, that’s part of our guest house. Why can’t we open the door?” Her mother shivered, feeling that Raven was old enough to know the truth. So she told Raven about the old dwarf that

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The Musician and the Maestro

This was her first concert in several years. Long ago, she had lost her will to play. She played a number of instruments. Cello, harp, piano, violin. Tonight, a small group was here to listen to her play cello. She

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