Annie McDonald
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Writing to heal and appreciate the world surrounding me.
Short stories, memoirs, poetry and everything in between.
Homecoming
As I speed along the brown, dusty road I can sense the magic in the air. Surrounding me are emerald green paddocks,
Annie McDonaldPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMelody
The sound of the city rushed by below, making its way in to the room above. The sun streamed through the window, the curtains still pulled back from the day before.
Annie McDonaldPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
Through Me, It Flows
The water in our river comes directly from the Tops. Water is collected, from rain and snow and hail, in the cool catchments surrounded by vibrant greens at the very peak of the mountains.
Annie McDonaldPublished 5 months ago in Fiction
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