Richard L. Provencher

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StoryNo End in Sight Richard L. Prov...24 years 8 months ago
StoryErased Richard L. Prov...14 years 9 months ago
StoryI Strode Richard L. Prov...24 years 9 months ago
StoryI Have a Friend Richard L. Prov...34 years 9 months ago
StoryI am a Rambler Richard L. Prov...14 years 9 months ago
StoryDream You Life Richard L. Prov...24 years 9 months ago
StoryWhere Richard L. Prov...34 years 9 months ago
StoryHaving a Hole Richard L. Prov...14 years 9 months ago
StoryWhere is Hubley Richard L. Prov...24 years 9 months ago
StoryBe Richard L. Prov...44 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Birthday Girl Richard L. Prov...44 years 9 months ago
StoryNo Regrets Richard L. Prov...14 years 9 months ago
StoryA Richard L. Prov...44 years 9 months ago
StoryOne Foot Two Foot Richard L. Prov...14 years 9 months ago
StoryWhen Momma Cried Richard L. Prov...24 years 10 months ago
StoryI Am a Mountain Richard L. Prov...104 years 10 months ago
Storybird flown away Coolhermit34 years 10 months ago
StoryFather God Richard L. Prov...14 years 10 months ago
StorySnowstorm Richard L. Prov...64 years 10 months ago
StoryStars Richard L. Prov...74 years 10 months ago
StoryLittle Richard L. Prov...24 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Sky Arrives Richard L. Prov...14 years 10 months ago
StorySoul EpheLuwe84 years 10 months ago
StoryHere Birdie Richard L. Prov...74 years 10 months ago
StoryMomma Richard L. Prov...24 years 10 months ago

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First Come First Served

Only a country mile down the trail I could hear an early morning bear and cubs surely not eating our berry bush I worried. Yup there they were...

Bless You Jesus

Blessings to our Jesus. He sees and knows all things & no stranger to our faults. He is also our Saviour and Protector a defender of our soul...
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Eagle-Talk

I am a whisper in the breeze a shadow of speed an updraft of glory-wind snatched me from a highway of mountain cliff now diving at missile speed I...
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Designed to Erase

Raucous and trembling Fiona embraces a bullying style a storm of wind and rain out of control & during the melee there appears to be a brief...

Heels on the Trail

No longer can he see any imprints of small feet that sought frogs in mud-hole spaces the man remembers as his own steps retrace those of a blond blue...

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