Tag: playing
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peeking
Later… Sitting in the living room, talking with my wife while our daughter plays . . . I see someone peek around the corner of the entry leading into the dining room, a brief flash like someone pokes their head out for a quick look and then ducked back behind the wall when I looked…
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mossy
Sitting with my youngest daughter this evening, something lingers in the corner of my eye. I have a vague impression of something olive green, mossy, no more than three feet tall. A spindly figure standing in the little hallway leading to my office. Then it’s gone.