I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

The two hundred and ninth story

Once upon a time there was a breeze who wanted nothing as much as she wanted a traveling companion. She picked up leaves, but they never lasted, she picked up feather and the would eventually fall, she picked up water droplets, but, in the end, it always rained.

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