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Finding Me

Patty Ann

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A gust of wind stirred the dead leaves at my feet. Their muted autumn colors lifted briefly and then dropped to the ground with a sigh. In that sigh, the word ‘forgive’ seemed to rise from the forest floor and I perked up, hoping that in the hushed murmuring, the dead foliage would also whisper the answer to the question that I searched for.

I Had Lost Myself

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Patty Ann

I write with a purpose to make sense of the world, laugh at my own mistakes, and make life easier instead of harder.