Poema

This is a poem that was printed and left behind by a patron.  I like it, so I present it here for you.  Um. It’s in Spanish.  So hopefully some of you can appreciate it anyway. Poema Moises Villavicencio Barras I. La tarde colores de vuelo entra en nuestra tumba.…

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Gales of November

The storm last night was incredible. It knocked our power out just a few minutes after I made my NaNo post, and the power stayed out until about 7:30 this morning. In fact the winds were so strong that Mom insisted I stay downstairs until the worst was over. This…

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