I Went Wassailing in the Orchard Wood
For Vocal’s “The Haiku of Now” Challenge - regarding a beautiful event at a local orchard and cidery.
By Ophelia Keane BraedenPublished 5 days ago • 1 min read
In the bitter cold,
we gather. Collective, strong.
Huzzah to the rain.
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Ophelia Keane Braeden
Quirky fiction, hand-crafty non-fiction, random poetry. The muse strikes from all angles! Grab your favorite floatation device and join me on the wandering river of writerly flow!
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