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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Friday, January 25, 2008

Emma & Harold (feature Story)

It is now seven o'clock and Emma puts her coat on
and locks the door to her shop. The sky has
turned grey. Emma stands on the last step
and stares out , she must walk fast and she does.

Soon her foot steps lead her thru the park and the rain
begins to fall. She stops at the gate of the secret garden
and her tears mix in with the rain, she wants to wash it all
away, "Emma is that you" a voice from the
path, it is the voice of James Henry her fathers friend. She tries to look away
embarrassed but he approaches her "Emma is everything okay?" oh yes
Mr. Henry "I must look pretty silly to you" "not at all Emma, but you must be
cold"..she does not respond but her lips begin to quiver, come with
me Emma. Mr Henry holds her hand and opens the gate " you live
here Mr. Henry the house in the secret garden?....She stands at the door
wondering how all of this is possible.

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