A mere 28 years ago, on a dark stormy night, a knock on the door and a newborn @readscharlie arrived on the front stoop with a severed unicorn head. How she slayed a unicorn with just a pacifier and a rattle, we'll never know, but it sure had it coming. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Voicemail From Mystic Heights: a young woman moves to Mystic Heights, a small town where mystical happenings are mundane, mundane happenings are traumatic, and your Aunt Doris constantly nags you about acting more like your brother. #WritingCommunity
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The nypost again “fake news”. They have a story on peacocks today and say I have sixteen on my farm I actually have 21 of these glorious birds whose house is impeccable. They do not smell. They are so clean! Their voices are loud but such fun to hear. They are so friendly