Back to Where I Once Belonged
I started writing because I noticed how easily thoughts can disappear. Not the important thoughts necessarily—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night. Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
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≻: I Make Crosses
They’re all unique and one-of-a-kind. They are made from found objects and old jewelry. They are for sale. Email me at renee_lascaux@yahoo.com with inquiries. Large…
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≻: No Doubt About It
What can I say about high school? For some people it’s the best time of their lives to be looked back on in future times…
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≻: Life in the Twilight Zone
An excerpt from Just Walk Away – a memoir of growing up in Iowa In Junior High everything changed. I went from a largely contented…
R L Benoit - Writer/Artist 