
I’m so lucky to live close to a large Montreal park. The alternating sun, heat and rain has grass, trees and algae on the big ponds flourishing.

I always give a nod of gratitude to the two willows near this spot as they inspired a flash fiction piece that got published over a year ago.
I’m a bit flat since returning from my latest trip. But others are busy with family stuff


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I heard frogs today. Their sound was like guitar strings being plucked.
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