Scraps

Strange, what remains

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As I stand at the sink licking blueberry muffin batter off my fingers I gaze out at our majestic Autumn Blaze maple tree in our back yard shedding the last of its crimson leaves while the wind picks up and the sun nestles behind a cloud turning the sky a gunmetal gray.

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Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com

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Sherry McGuinn

Sherry McGuinn

Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com

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