Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
Still Time for Fall Writing Festival!!!
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FALL INDIE WRITING FESTIVAL… Online October 20th through November 14th The
first week there were 44 videos. There will be between 150 and 200 learning
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