Gloria Hughes Weber
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The Most Sacred Dream of My Heart
We picnicked on the top of a mountain in Montana, the air so crisp and free it almost burned our lungs. We sat with our toes in the water on the rocky beaches of Greece, learning from people so gracious to share their space with us.
By Gloria Hughes Weber3 years ago in Poets
Lorelai’s Bed and Breakfast
Snow fell lightly across the windshield, stark against the dark country roads. Even though it was only 6:30 pm the sun had already set, making it seem more like midnight. Heather switched the old truck’s heater to defrost and leaned forward, her brights doing nothing to help her navigate her way. Lucky, Heather could make the track from town to Lorelai’s, her hidden Bed and Breakfast, with her eyes closed. The journey which normally would take her 25 minutes to complete was taking a bit longer due to her inexperience with driving in the snow.
By Gloria Hughes Weber5 years ago in Humans
