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A River Of Tears. Top Story - August 2023.
Less than three hours southwest of Madrid lies a valley called Valle de Jerty, in the province of Caceras, in Extremadura. The valley is well known in Spain, not so much outside of the country, for its stunning natural beauty, massive acreage of cherry blossom, and turbulent, rocky rivers.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Porsche Man: The English Premier West Ham
Due to a late afternoon discussion scheduled with Mr. Seagull, Porsche Man departed for the beach early arriving on time, prepared to get goals. Like most professional ventures that needed life goals, the weather reflected exactly the status, ‘partly cloudy’.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
Come on bite
Determination was wearing us out. "Hello, folks, let me come fishing with you, I guarantee I won't garbage about once more." Jeff probably said that multiple times. Martin and I traded looks. Jeff had come on an early morning excursion to Hertford Trench with us once. We'd cycled along void paths, the sun shimmering in the green shelter overhanging the street, past the notorious Clibbon's post, denoting an outlaw's grave, and down to the abandoned waterway, where fog rose, steaming and ethereal. Following an hour of finding nothing more significant than minnows, Jeff had invested his energy tossing stones at ducks and cutting his name into a remembrance seat. At absolutely no point in the future! we'd concurred.
By James Mwale2 years ago in Chapters
In Memoriam
Dear Uncle Kent - I wish I had been able to see you and discuss my appreciation for you before you passed, but it didn't happen. I intended for things to go differently within the family - I guess we all fall victim to our intentions. So here I am, regardless of my intention, addressing this letter to you, in honor of our relationship, sadly, after your death. It seems ironic that it is commonplace to speak of the wonderful attributes a person carried with them throughout life, only to be noted after their death. Why is that? Why do we withhold the sharing of our love until after death, when the impacts of those truths upon the deceased are of no value to them anymore?
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Chapters
Fifteen
I was only fifteen. I still had braces on my teeth and frizzy hair. My refuge was a night with my friends; talking, laughing, playing the role of normal. My friend, Tony, was at the helm of this adventurous night, and pulled into my driveway to drop me off.
By Jennifer Warren2 years ago in Chapters
Health Sabbatical (Hiatus)
I did not want my bad health to define me . There is a saying, “ Your health is your wealth.” I was never absent at work unless my body completely breakdown. I was not absent until something terrible happen to my body in 1999, right before spring.
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Chapters
Life's Maturing Ingredients
Draped over the lamp shade, a tassel acknowledged Nuosirdus’ moral academic obligation to society ‘completed’. Shining down, an illuminating bulb brightened the report card confirming she did everything correctly in the socially sanitized, contained classroom.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
