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That's my grandpa on the right - quite a story with this photo
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I have always had a love for stories. I remember as a child sitting in my grandparents's living room listening to the adults tell the stories of their childhood adventures. I honestly can't decided if my family was blessed with amazing lives or simply the gift to tell a good story, but I could have spent a lifetime listening to their humor and knowledge. As I work on my skills as a writer, the spirit of those stories are always present with me. Telling a story is family time - a way in which my history has been passed to me.
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| Mother Nature |
Another great gift my parents gave me was my love and understanding of nature. Nature is the ultimate teacher. Her grace is great and knowledge is vast. She has shared her lessons through her laughing trees and her whispering grass, animals of fur and feathers and all the amazing insects. Some of her lessons she has shared openly while others I have earned with my life.
I write because I love telling a good story. I write to pass on the prose I have learned and discovered. I write because it is a piece of me and a way to connect with my past, my future, and all that is present about my being. I am a writer.
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Nature's gifts from my Garden of Knowlege
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