Ruth

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Ruth

Living life to the fullest.  To use a cliche, love often and deeply

Stories by Ruth

A Morning Commute I wandered out into the summer morning. The birds were chirping, the light rain from last night damp like a heavy dew. She lay on...
The cool rain washed over my face; I felt each drop crash into my skin. Slowly, I slipped into the hot mineral spring. The delight to my senses...
The mornings are cool and crisp; if we are lucky there is a fine mist of dew covering the surfaces of the leaves and flowers. As the sun rises the...