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Tiny Fiction: What Do You Call That
We stopped walking and saw and we had no words. What do you call that, when you have no words? We asked ourselves this question, when words returned to our minds but we had no answer. "I'm glad I was...
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Tiny Fiction: The Giants’ Rocks
They said that the Giants that roamed the Earth would empty the pebbles and rocks out of their pockets here, carrying them from the mountains of Good Luck. I was doubtful but I did like to sit here...
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Tiny Fiction: Lonely But Not Alone
I would describe it as a lonely road and yet, I would swear, to the point of being called crazy, that there were angels holding on to the back of my car, coming along for the ride. So, I didn't feel...
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Tiny Fiction: Here, Before
I stopped abruptly, startled by the thumping of my heart. I looked. This place had the mark of something significant having had happened here. I had sensed these "marks" before, but this time it was...
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Tiny Fiction: Fallen Will and Wisdom
The legend goes like this – the earth shook so violently that the House of Will crashed down the cliff to this beach. Then, across the ocean, the Tree of Wisdom grew tired and fell and a powerful...
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Tiny Fiction: A Walk in the Woods
Here, things were so still, that after I let out my last sigh, my thoughts would halt and I could feel the wisdom of All. I came here, year after year, to walk through these woods just for this...
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Tiny Fiction: The Mystery and Simplicity
With one wave of her arm, she spread light across the fields, reaching the farm. I had never and would never again witness anything so miraculous. The mystery and simplicity, what more could I say?
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Tiny Fiction: Whistle Down the Brook
He whistled a song and it floated down the brook. The brook filled a river which flowed to the ocean. When the ocean crashed onto the sand, I heard his song, just before it was pulled back into the mix.
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Tiny Fiction: Fairy Whisper
The Woodland Fairies gathered together once a moon and whispered all their most beautiful thoughts into the pod of a milkweed. Then, at some point in the future, the pod would break open letting all...
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Tiny Fiction: A Shudder
I shuddered, just a second maybe a bit more. Life became an open space of a blurry dream and drizzling luck. At the end of the shudder I exhaled a long held breath and remembered that courage is a...
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