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Open Door by Karen B Shea

My Valley Home

I sit before this vast wilderness soaking in the untamed beauty that surrounds me. Rising majestically from the ground before me is Open Door—Matriarch of the Valley. Her green rolling hills give way to granite cliffs that give way to a vertical incline speckled with trees that gives way to a shale face that touches […]

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Robin by Karen B. Shea

A Robin’s Call

Clouds blanketed the sky with the hint of rain to come as this new day beckoned to me for a leisurely walk. As I ventured out into the morning air, a disturbance quickly caught my attention. Two robins, perched upon a split rail fence, shouting their warning call for everyone to hear.

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