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Every time the wind blew, the tree branches would scratch against the window. Fear would pulse through me with each scratch. No trees have ever grown near my window. Phoebe Jane
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Kelly had no intention of staying, Her bags were packed, cell phone charged and a cab was on the way. This was the end. After 5 years, she knew there was no point in trying to make changes. He refused change. Initially, it was a wonderful relationship. There were loving words, dancing, affection,long walks and…
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A comic strip sparks a short post about my journey for inspiration. Inspiration – I Am PhoebeJane
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As a child, I found it very difficult to concentrate in class. Everything distracted me from my teacher but what held my attention most was a large red bird with blue wings. This bird had a nest in the big tree outside the window. Often I would spend my classtime daydreaming about the adventures this…
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In Honor of Dr. King A Man With A Dream | I Am Phoebe Jane
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Rain began to fall from the sky. Each drop warm and sticky. It was the women who first noticed the droplets of blood. Families rushed home only to find their eldest child on the floor as if dead. The air was filled with hysterical shrieking. Mr. Kerns was the first to suggest a visit to the minister.…
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Welcome to my blog, where I capture little ideas and thoughts and hammer then into something worth presenting to the world. Happy Reading!
