Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto

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Honeysuckle Morning (213 Words)

“I thought I might find you here.”

Llwan raised his head. His mouth crooked when he saw her and he raised his flask in a half-salute. Gina sat beside him. She took the flask from his loose grip and sniffed.

“Honeysuckle?”

“The best.” The elf moved so she could sit beside him. “It’s very bracing.”

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The Three Sisters

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The Three Sisters (152 Words)

Once upon a time there were three brothers who lived with their parents in the midst of a vast forest. If there were any other people in the forest, they knew nothing of them, for they found no trails other than those they themselves had blazed, and they found no pits for iron in the bogs other than those they themselves had dug, and they discovered no hewn trees other than those they themselves had hewn.

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Music, Sort of. A Synthetic Solution.

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Wallie and I had to reblog this… the imp has a weakness for good music!

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While I’m waiting for “The Three Sisters” to come out tomorrow . . .

Back in 1972, on their first album after CSNY split, Graham Nash knocked off a little ditty called “Blacknotes,” released on the album Graham Nash David Crosby. At only 58 seconds, the tune barely had time to do anything other than suggest that you:

Sit yourself down at the piano, just about in the middle.

Put all your fingers on the black notes, anywhere you want to.

Write a song, sing along, and understand that you can play.

Or words to that effect, accompanied by Nash doing a bit of keyboard mashing, presumably only on the black notes. You can find the song on YouTube.

That song doesn’t show off Nash’s talent particularly, and that’s his point. I suppose some folks eventually begin to realize that listening to music is only half the fun. It’s…

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Elf at Oars

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Elf at Oars (167 Words)

“It’s fifteen past eleven. Where is he?”

Roran met the young woman’s anxious eyes with dispassion. “It was your idea to steal the key in broad daylight,” he said. “That was wise. We cannot be hunted by the blood-drinkers at day and the human guards are not so clever. But it was also your idea to have Larus arrange our getaway.”

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Wishing Rock

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Wishing Rock (159 Words)

She reached the rock at twilight’s early colors. The stone’s peculiar shape, the deep bowl at its center, reminded Alice of a well. Perhaps that was why it was known as the “wishing rock.” There was water in the basin, but it was shallow and green with resilient plant life.

Alice managed to climb the rock-side, leaning over the water’s surface. Protected from wind, the water was flat, glass-like and still.

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