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Protecting What’s Important
Melody has always had a sense of style and design. She used to color coordinate her dad’s outfits because he couldn’t pick a tie or shirt to go with a suit to save himself. She loved her options; she knew some things work better than others depending on the situation. She’s graduated from clothes to…
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Let Them Come
The world has paused to remember the reign of a royal lady who sat on the throne of England for seventy years. A woman who was demure by nature, responsible in all she did, and committed to doing her work in the best way she could. Queen Elizabeth II was greatly respected, dearly loved, and…
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To Create Or Not To Create
I’m not, by gifting, a crafty person. As in making crafts, not the indirect, deceitful kind. Though I do have my days. Creating with friends, however, is another story. Our group from work had a bonding time one afternoon when we spent time making boards, trays, and a variety of other things out of wood.…
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I’ll Be Dog Gone
I drive by a dog park every day I go into the office. Some days it sits empty. Other days, the canine ruckus is quite entertaining. We have family members down the street who own two dogs. They’re sizeable; one is a labrador retriever, and the other is an Australian shepherd. Both enjoy running fast…
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Being Stuck Is Hard
I forget to collect the mail on occasion. Most things that come through the mail are ads, unasked-for periodicals, and pleas to vote for certain people. It’s that season. While John’s been gone, I didn’t bother to go to the mailbox down the street. Too many times on returning home from work it was pouring…
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