Charlotte Fuller
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Unconventional Truth Whisperer holds an artist's eye and Mona Lisa smile. I share unusual perspectives with readers, writers, listeners, and seers of all sorts. You who proudly wear wild and free undergarments, you're my people!
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Angel in the Storm
The angel held up a warm torch light as an arctic river swept along the hillside in darkness. Torrential rain and wind drenched and pulsed through tall Bamboo stands. A few hours earlier we watched by daylight as the stand swayed like seaweed thrown wild and undulating by strong chaotic currents.
By Charlotte Fuller4 years ago in Confessions
The Woman who Carried the Tree
She carried a tree in her arms. Wisps of thin white hair fell from a faded black bandana. Her skin shone over beautiful cheek-bones. It was translucent and rosy. A spray of fine lines exploded and extended from the corners of her clear blue eyes. Pea-green boots hit the road in confident stride. Her authority and experience guided her briskly passing the 'Stop and Go' bodega without a glance. Shiny objects and loud people had never diverted her from a mission she chose. And she chose this mission. Her age appeared a healthy 70 to early 80 years old.
By Charlotte Fuller4 years ago in Humans
