Tag: indie-writer
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Dust, Dogs, and the Disappearing Man
The dream started with a plan. We were supposed to meet at a roadside market just outside a tiny country town, the kind where the gas station sells bait and the diner closes at two. The sky hung low and silver, heavy with the threat of rain, and the air smelled like wet dirt and…
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Meet me under the Porch light.
There’s a certain feeling that doesn’t disappear, no matter how much time passes. It softens. It settles. It tucks itself into the quiet corners of your life and waits patiently, like it always knew you’d come back. In small towns, nothing really leaves for good. Not the old tire swing behind the school. Not the…
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Petals & Pocket Magic
There is a particular kind of quiet you can only find when no one is watching you. Not the kind that falls in an empty room, but the soft, living quiet of a place that doesn’t expect anything from you. A path lined with wildflowers. A garden just after rain. A forest clearing where the…
Quiet Harbor Writing 