Be beautiful, babe.
Be bountifully bonita.
Blooming branches, blossoming bashing burdens.
Blissfully bold.
Bloody brave.
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Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
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This was great! A totally inspiring piece, Well done!
Powerful and inspirational! Please check out my first tautogram I wrote and published today! https://vocal.media/poets/gamer-girls-ld15a0fsw