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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Before I Sleep

On the darkest evening of the year, I follow the downy-flaked trail out past the village. Between the woods and frozen lake, I locate the dollhouse. My sister can’t drag it any farther. Stopping here, we watch it fill up with snow.


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  1. I, of course, now want to know more of this story. I feel as though you could write an entire novel from those sentences!

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    1. Haha - I could write several lifetimes... Thanks, Tina!

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  2. I loved the final image in this.

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  3. That poor dollhouse. How sad that it must be left amidst the snow. Lovely imagery here.

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    1. Hmmm, somehow I don't think it'll be left there, Shailaja, don't worry : )
      Thank you!

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  4. Yes, I want to know more, too. So beautifully visual and mysterious.

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    1. Nice to hear. Thank you so much, Jennifer!

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  5. Kymm, I hope you aren't tired of hearing this, but we need more of this story. So good. The imagery alone!!!!!

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    1. Thank you, Gina!! Never tire of hearing good things : )

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