Tag: Old

The Old Stone Bridge

A small stream still flows under the old stone bridge. Just enough that it gets muddy from time to time. In the spring the frogs lay their eggs there. You can hear the spring peepers from miles away. In the autumn fallen leaves and barren twigs threaten to dam the flow. But the stream moves... Continue Reading →

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Old Arguments

Rehashing old arguments in my head. An ongoing debate but I'm too winded to win. Wondering if you are out there having the same one-sided quarrel.  Our words are too light. No impact. No killing blow that just puts this thing to rest.  Too afraid to take the last words. Like it's the last slice of... Continue Reading →

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