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I spend almost every day alone, sitting at my little maple desk.
Sep 8
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Carrie Classon
Whatever the Next Day Will Bring
Isabelle was only three at the time; her brother, Beau, was not even born.
Sep 1
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Carrie Classon
August 2025
Memories of Horseradish
Most of my cousins were older than me.
Aug 25
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Carrie Classon
Just a Little Anxious
I honestly cannot think of anything less relaxing than walking much, much too slowly in a circle with other people who are also walking much too slowly…
Aug 18
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Carrie Classon
Almost There
Emily Anderson is a wonderful artist who paints scenes from nature in Minnesota.
Aug 11
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Carrie Classon
Second Opinion
This was not an undercooked broccoli crunch.
Aug 4
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Carrie Classon
July 2025
A Chance of Rain
The hour passed.
Jul 28
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Carrie Classon
A New Route
I know a lot of folks my own age who think they have everything figured out.
Jul 21
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Carrie Classon
Pictures of Flowers
Other than my photos of flowers, I don’t do much on Facebook, but I am a member of a few groups and most of them have to do with writing.
Jul 14
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Carrie Classon
Unworn Dresses
Now that I am finally able to move all my clothing back to its rightful spot, I am faced with the unavoidable question: Do I really need all these…
Jul 7
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Carrie Classon
June 2025
Another Time
We didn’t take a pontoon ride.
Jun 30
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Carrie Classon
The Tornado
Optimism can be clumsy.
Jun 21
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Carrie Classon
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