Richard L. Provencher

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StoryEvening Triumph Richard L. Prov...08 years 9 months ago
StoryEnvironmental Interlude Richard L. Prov...78 years 9 months ago
StoryA Poem with Meaning Richard L. Prov...08 years 9 months ago
StoryAM, Houston BC.. Richard L. Prov...28 years 10 months ago
StoryBC. Partners Richard L. Prov...28 years 10 months ago
StoryA Magnificant Gift Richard L. Prov...38 years 11 months ago
Forum topicComments seashore98 years 11 months ago
StoryCreation Richard L. Prov...48 years 11 months ago
StoryThere's Blood Richard L. Prov...28 years 11 months ago
StoryMuddy Me Up Richard L. Prov...48 years 11 months ago
StoryEnlightenment Richard L. Prov...28 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Return seashore238 years 11 months ago
StoryAll These Shoes Richard L. Prov...28 years 11 months ago
StoryOn the Shores Richard L. Prov...48 years 11 months ago
StoryTo Love Richard L. Prov...28 years 11 months ago
StoryMisty Richard L. Prov...08 years 11 months ago
Story2 Beers Richard L. Prov...08 years 11 months ago
StoryAN ACT OF CARING essay Richard L. Prov...08 years 11 months ago
StoryPRACTICAL CANOE SAFETY TIPS non-fiction Richard L. Prov...08 years 11 months ago
StoryA GIFT FROM MELANIE story Richard L. Prov...18 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Hunter Richard L. Prov...08 years 11 months ago
StoryRhino Power 2 Richard L. Prov...38 years 11 months ago
StoryA Prayer for Mom (story) Richard L. Prov...08 years 11 months ago
StoryRhino Power Richard L. Prov...28 years 11 months ago
StoryWriting the New Poetry Ewan48 years 11 months ago

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Domain

The woods are skin to God’s gift and a spiritual journey unmasks His delight.

This Homeless Man

This Homeless Man came to me asking for a cup of coffee & a donut feeling blue - an afternoon encounter now bringing him close to me and I...
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Not a Fairy Tale

Stoking the fire means warmth for hiking on a very cold day pasted to a northern wind. A deer poking his head through flailing flakes shows there is...
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Snowballs in the Making

Tarry me not as falling crystals fill my facial-space and I rush in hurried motions across a slide of sidewalk ice avoiding clusters of people also...

Stuffed in a Box

It was quite simple to hide from the early morning sun. All Paul had to do was pull down the shade gaining an opportunity for more sleep. But his...

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