A tiny woman with work-a-day dirt on her face demanded the wagon train stop before the next filthy man with a half empty bottle of whiskey spit out the usual semi-coherent blah blah blah that meant stop.
As so called frontier beans were slowly heating above yet another fire, lurking scoundrels began running beyond the spinning spoked wheels which rolled with a rickety rack towards the many unclaimed parcels of land that were up for grabs.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Love the blah blah blah
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Thank You Sue. I appreciate that.
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Your beautiful, intricate sentences inspire me to push my boundaries!
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I honestly appreciate that Sue. Thank You so very much.
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The new frontier out West was probably much like this. So were the days of the Great Depression when men jumped on and off trains to find work wherever they could with meals of canned beans warmed over a prairie fire. Succinct. I can reread several times and still find new delights in your words and photos. I enjoyed the read.
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Thank You so very much Dr. Mary. I always appreciate your wonderfully thoughtful words.
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Much appreciated as always, Mr. Edward. If you still reside in or near Salem, you have an abundance of snow after the major storm. Food for thought for your next TWO creative sentences, I am certain.
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You always say so much in two sentences.
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Thank You for your kind words. I really appreciate it.
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🙂 evocative as ever Mr. Roads
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Thank You for your kind words Niki. I deeply appreciate it.
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I love your mind, it amazes me! 🙂
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You are so kind. Thank You very much.
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