
Friday, November 17, 2017
The other side of the stars
By MoBerries at 10:35 AM
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As I have often mentioned, my first memory is of my older sister sitting on the back steps of our home, with me on her lap, telling me I had a baby sister. I have only very faint memories of that house beside that one memory. I can remember the back hallway and the staircase going up to the bedrooms....
Monday, November 13, 2017
Wood Fire
By MoBerries at 4:12 PM
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Pungent smoke hangs heavy,
caught tight inside the bitter cold.
Wood burned red hot,
loses its blistered heat.
Sweet thoughts of times gone by,
are held inside the fragrant scent of burning pine.
Suspended in the ringlets,
locked frozen in the winter harshness,
crackling logs bring...