Richard L. Provencher

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StoryIn Days Richard L. Prov...26 years 8 months ago
StoryA First Chance Richard L. Prov...36 years 8 months ago
StoryShe Sits Richard L. Prov...36 years 8 months ago
StorySome Day Richard L. Prov...16 years 8 months ago
StoryTwilight Strokes Richard L. Prov...66 years 8 months ago
StoryI See. I See Richard L. Prov...16 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Wind is Similar Richard L. Prov...26 years 8 months ago
StoryWhy Do Richard L. Prov...16 years 9 months ago
StoryEpigram Richard L. Prov...26 years 9 months ago
StoryA Roar Too Often Richard L. Prov...26 years 9 months ago
Story"Sorry" jolono206 years 9 months ago
StoryCourage Forward Richard L. Prov...16 years 9 months ago
StoryNa-Na is Gone Richard L. Prov...26 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Wind Sways Richard L. Prov...26 years 9 months ago
StorySo Long Richard L. Prov...16 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Wind 2 Richard L. Prov...06 years 10 months ago
StorySeptember Chills Jane Hyphen166 years 10 months ago
StoryListen Richard L. Prov...16 years 10 months ago
StoryMomma Don't Cry Richard L. Prov...26 years 10 months ago
StoryGood Morning Richard L. Prov...06 years 10 months ago
StoryFreeDom Richard L. Prov...26 years 10 months ago
CollectionFreeDom Richard L. Prov...26 years 10 months ago
StoryHush at Last Richard L. Prov...96 years 10 months ago
StoryThis Older Guy Richard L. Prov...06 years 10 months ago
StoryEcstasy Richard L. Prov...16 years 10 months ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Crossing the Line

I slid across our side-walk until a magic carpet of leaves hoisted me onto the wind- it’s a hot summer night on the edge of farewell as Autumn’s...
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The Bone of Night

He bumped & bruised as a PTSD victim on his way up the stairs to our room after an afternoon of overtime drinking – his usual fun time – ours was...
Cherry

An Original Obsession

Undercurrents ensure the power of waves by scouring beneath for anything which may impede Northumberland Strait’s drive and bouncing crests are...
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Fulfilment

When the day turns sour and a warm wind disappears this road will take you somewhere- perhaps to a better place.

Portrait of a Forest

The sun warms leaves that grapple with the wind and I lay on the grass contemplating whether to cut it or not- and a gentle wind teases leaves into a...

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