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Another Morning

I hear the familiar creaking of the old wood floor beneath her feet. It’s how I know she’s still alive. I relax back into a slumber, and wonder about my own life. Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

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First Thing in the Morning

A good time to Write        A good time to Meditate              A good time to Walk in the Woods                         To Listen … Continue reading

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