Elusive Cats by Hannah Miller

hannah miller
Feb 24, 2017 · 3 min read
  • Well , its happened! This is the view from my bedroom deck. When I moved into this house in 1989 , it sat all by itself on a paved dead end street with no other houses. The street is full of houses now and the real estate market is hot. The houses that I see in my view now on the other side of the valley were not there in 1989. They are still far enough away from me though.
  • I have taken many long walks through…

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Story telling was a part of my history. I grew up on an Island in the Atlantic where oral stories were told for entertainment.

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