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Tiny Fiction:
Out There, they called her Marilyn. But here, deep in her woods, she had no name. She walked the familiar path she had not seen in so long. But then, her footsteps stopped making sounds and when she looked around her she could not tell if she knew this place from her memory or a dream.


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  1. Barbara R Hastings #
    October 17, 2019

    I read all you tiny fiction and am always amazed at your talent —- not to mention the photograph chosen. Really wonderful!

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