Out-takes XV

About two weeks later Isabella got out of bed in the middle of the night. There was a storm raging. She went to the wood shed and got a spade and began digging up the flower beds.
Edith was woken by the ghost. [...]






About Writing:

You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still. Sylvia Plath

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