Richard L. Provencher

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StoryNo End in Sight Richard L. Prov...24 years 12 months ago
StoryErased Richard L. Prov...14 years 12 months ago
StoryI Strode Richard L. Prov...24 years 12 months ago
StoryI Have a Friend Richard L. Prov...35 years 3 days ago
StoryI am a Rambler Richard L. Prov...15 years 1 week ago
StoryDream You Life Richard L. Prov...25 years 1 week ago
StoryWhere Richard L. Prov...35 years 1 week ago
StoryHaving a Hole Richard L. Prov...15 years 1 week ago
StoryWhere is Hubley Richard L. Prov...25 years 1 week ago
StoryBe Richard L. Prov...45 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Birthday Girl Richard L. Prov...45 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNo Regrets Richard L. Prov...15 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Richard L. Prov...45 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOne Foot Two Foot Richard L. Prov...15 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWhen Momma Cried Richard L. Prov...25 years 4 weeks ago
StoryI Am a Mountain Richard L. Prov...105 years 4 weeks ago
Storybird flown away Coolhermit35 years 1 month ago
StoryFather God Richard L. Prov...15 years 1 month ago
StorySnowstorm Richard L. Prov...65 years 1 month ago
StoryStars Richard L. Prov...75 years 1 month ago
StoryLittle Richard L. Prov...25 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Sky Arrives Richard L. Prov...15 years 1 month ago
StorySoul EpheLuwe85 years 1 month ago
StoryHere Birdie Richard L. Prov...75 years 1 month ago
StoryMomma Richard L. Prov...25 years 1 month 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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