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The Lark

Paring a Pair of Pears

Inspired by still water that runs deep

Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay

It was smooth sailing as far as a Monday. They weren’t usually so subtle in their arrival. Weekend benders equated to crusty and swollen eyes. A thundering slam on the alarm clock to start a new week would follow. I have replaced that thing twice in this past month alone.

The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Lisa Gerard Braun

Lisa Gerard Braun

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