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He wasn’t afraid to go alone, because he wasn’t alone, not at first. His shadow stretched long in front of him and led the way. Any time the young horse doubted his path, he only had to look at Shadow leaning, leaping forward. Shadow rippled and skipped over the brush and bushes. Shadow flowed across the rocks and down into valleys, disappearing and merging with the soft, dim pocket of earth before hurdling up over the ridge on the other side...

Once, there was a poor wretch whose eyes and hair and even skin were often gray. Who ‘went to sleep in her dirt’ night after night for lack of a bathtub, for want of the ease of hauling water, or extra wood for heating the fire. And she was all the more sorrowful for thinking she was to blame for it...

On feeling like you're in a "I Didn't Know I was Pregnant" teen magazine story... except it's about suddenly being in your 40s with a healthy, independent teenager who, unfortunately, can no longer validate your sense of purpose.

The daylilies in my garden  are the rich yellow of mangoes,  (which I know because      I am eating one,         slice by slick, ripe...

Image Pair Writing Prompt Instructions: (You're invited to disregard these instructions and go with whatever inspires you, this is just a...

Image Pair Writing Prompt Instructions: (You're invited to disregard these instructions and go with whatever inspires you, this is just a...