Author: Stephanie Clinton

Mindful Art

Contributed by April Blogger of the Month, Letty Watt

Walking down the sidewalk as a child often tweaked my imagination. One time I saw bullet holes all across the front a house. I ran home and told my parents that somebody had been shot. To my dismay that was not the truth. The truth, as my mother pointed out to me when we stood in front of house, was that those places that looked like holes were nothing more than dirt and mud splashed on the house probably by some ornery boys.  How disappointing for me, for my mind, I had created another picture. To this day, when I see a Jackson Pollock canvas I think of those mud splats on the white framed house, where I mentally created a colorful story out of chaos.

Letty Watt

As I matured, my eyes still saw things that others might have missed, and I began to think of these pieces as mindful art. When I was a single parent my daughter and I put thousands of miles on our little green Toyota driving from Western Kansas to anywhere. We chased a rainbow one day for miles out of our way, just to see where it ended. We drove by an old brick factory in SE Kansas. Pulling off the side of the road, I drew the smokestacks, some still tall and stately while others stood broken with bricks askew in nearly every scene. Our fascination with trees added more designs to my mind.  From those drawings I created macramé hangings using those geometric and textural organic designs. My husband and I drove through Biloxi, Mississippi a few years after Katrina. Our hearts were saddened by the depth of destruction, then out of nowhere “art” appeared in damaged trees. How remarkable to view this beauty in nature thanks to mankind.

Katrina tree

Traveling offers so many unique opportunities to see and imagine art in various forms.  A trip to Marble Head, Mass opened my mind to beauty of brightly painted front doors. Originally, or so the lore of the ocean tells me, when ships wrecked at sea the people of the shore would take what remains they could and put them to use in their homes.  Consequently, homes along the ocean’s edge were often decorated uniquely as people found a way to bring art into their homes. Recently, while walking the streets of Santa Fe I discovered many painted doors, and my mind gleefully recalled other memories of vibrant colors, unusual structures, or distorted shapes carved into art.

Santa Fe

Through Facebook and Instagram I’ve discovered that I’m not alone in creating mindful art, others see art in unique places like I do. Susan Dragoo takes professional photos of her hikes and travels, and shares them on Instagram.  With her permission I’m posting one of her photos from a recent trip to Duncan.  Looking at the shapes, colors, textures, makes me want to peel the paint and see what is hiding or ponder questions like: What has this truck seen or done? Where are the children who rode in the flatbed? Playing with ideas and questions creates a curious playground in my mind. It enlightens me, and keeps me ever mindful of art.

Susan Dragoo

Letty WattWriting soothes my soul and clears my mind. I began writing my weekly blog, Literally Letty, with the purpose of building a repertoire of stories for telling aloud, and experimenting with style. Now I write because stories, hidden in the recesses of my mind, are begging to be shared.

Decorating The Soul

Contributed by April Blogger of the Month, Letty Watt


“She woke up one day and decided to quit cleaning her house and start decorating her soul instead.” Zentangles

Letty Watt

For years I taught, played, created, and dreamed with children from raising three of our own, to the hundreds of children, whose lives touched me as they discovered the joys and journeys to be found through literature and the arts in our libraries and classrooms. My imagination, for what children could achieve and for how I could help them, reached beyond the textbooks and filled me with energy and reward. Students created life-sized dioramas and other forms of expressive art to explain a book; used puppets to tell stories; wrote and illustrated poems to show their understanding of an author’s works; demonstrated the art of storytelling. A giant albatross built from the hands of teachers and students at Jefferson Elementary showed the influence of author Jennifer Dewey. Like it’s mythological self, it hung in that library for nearly twenty years. Then after thirty-five years of teaching, my well ran dry and my soul ached for something new.

Letty Watt

My first year of retirement found me on the golf course on nearly every day that ended in “y.” The bursting energies of the warm yellow summer sun energized my withering body. Then the bleakness of winter set in, and I felt like a growling bear, not quite ready to hibernate. Still my soul ached; I missed the children; I missed their energies; I missed my imaginative self who created and shared ideas, but a pitty pott can suck the life out of even a strong-willed person.

Two years passed, and one day I glanced at the muted pink walls of the bedroom turned library and smiled, for there on my own wall hung a lonely “wild thing” with no Max around to create a wild rumpus. I bounced on the bed hoping to wake him up, but still he sat. Sometimes “art” needs inspiration, so I became Rodin’s Thinker. I pulled out my puppets and talked to them. Feeling the comfort of “art” around me, I soon began to imagine who I might be now that time did not tick by with the sound of bells.

Letty Watt

On my bookshelf I discovered a copy of The Right to Write by Julia Cameron. Within a day my journey began. On yellow pads of paper I wrote and wrote and wrote, with no ending and no correcting. Joie de vivre began bubbling up in my soul. When my husband came home for lunch, I read aloud my stories. I asked him to bring home more legal sized paper in various colors. Instead, he came home with a brand new computer, for me. It didn’t matter that the words flowed without form or plot. It only mattered that I wrote something every day.


My blog was born, a book half written, and then we moved. It jolted my heart to leave, but within a year my ‘Art Gecko’ room revived my spirit and the words once again flowed. Our house seems dustier now than in years past; the furniture doesn’t get rearranged during frantic surges; the laundry piles up and is often ignored until I look up and laugh.

Art Gecko (1)

Decorating one’s soul requires imagination and time. It can tip the scales from heavy to light, and give color to even the dreariest of days.

Letty WattWriting soothes my soul and clears my mind. I began writing my weekly blog, Literally Letty, with the purpose of building a repertoire of stories for telling aloud, and experimenting with style. Now I write because stories, hidden in the recesses of my mind, are begging to be shared.


April Blogger of the Month – Letty Watt

Letty WattWe would like to welcome Letty Watt as April Blogger of the Month. Lets learn a little bit more about her…

Writing soothes my soul and clears my mind. I began writing my weekly blog with the purpose of building a repertoire of stories for telling aloud, and experimenting with style. Now I write because stories, hidden in the recesses of my mind, are begging to be shared.

Born: 12/26 in sunny southern California

Raised: Miami, Oklahoma

Educated: attended LSU and sure had fun; finished a B.S. Education Pittsburg State University (Pittsburg, Ks); Masters in Ed. Ft. Hays State University (Hays, Ks)

Hubby: Jack Watt, Manufacturing Engineer, retired; BS Central State University; MS Business from OCU, Oklahoma City.

Responsible for: staying healthy, caring for Jack’s 92 year old mother

Day Job: retired elementary librarian and classroom teacher

Blog: Literally Letty

Other Passions: I loved to write and explore various writing styles; I belong to a book club, play golf with friends, travel, spend time with family, pull weeds in the garden, and workout.

Favorite author/books: Avi, who writes for children and young adults is still my favorite author. To Kill a Mockingbird tops my list for best book ever read and reread.

Guilty Pleasures: Good old Dr. Pepper always seems to lift my spirits when I’m in a sluggish mode, and a glass of white wine before dinner reminds me that it’s time to slow down and relax.

Favorite blogs: Postcards in the Air (art and thoughts on a wing); MA Poet (focusing on life with a lens and a verse); Oklahoma Women Bloggers; One Woman’s Day; and Reluctant Entertainer.

Dream Vacation: Spending a year (or a week) in Australia and New Zealand would be a dream come true.

On the Twitter: Letty Watt @golfngypsy

Where else to find her: facebook– Letty Stapp Watt; Instagram – golfgypsyok and literallyletty




Blogger of the Month: Kelly Roberts – Why I Blog

Contributed by February Blogger of the Month, Kelly Roberts

When I think of blog as a verb, I think: writing, sharing, commitment.

When I think of blog as a noun, I think: resource, specialization, and exchange of information.

When I think of a blog as a social phenomenon, I think…well, no I don’t think. My essence slightly repels from this frame – primarily, because since humankind has possessed language and the tools to share thoughts, the compelling force to do so has always prevailed.

To differentiate a blog from any other print or multi-media publication-slash-magazine-slash-web-based-thingy is, to me, an exercise in futility. The twenty-first century Blog is to our society as what Thomas Paine’s Common Sense was to our nascent and evolving Nation in 1776: a call to action, an education, a philosophical dialogue toward the evolution of our hopes and dreams.

Writers research and put forth processes of learning. They share what they’ve already learned so others can skip steps if they wish. And, writers find non-fiction themes about topics in which they specialize. Or a minutia of fictional themes over a story line they’ve never considered until the first words spilled out of their heads and through their fingers…splashing onto fifty versions of screens. Providing late night retina burn, brain wrinkles, smiles, and tears.

I suppose the “why” of my blogging has to do, in a sense, with all of the above. My family members were multi-vocational as many independent farmers in Oklahoma are. With that context comes a Generalist attitude; the assumption that if there is a task to do, then “we’ll figure it out.”

I make videos, yet have no formal training. I write, but have never taken a creative writing class. I manage the Red Dirt Chronicles on a platform but have never taken a class in HTML, blogging, or new media production. I just… “figured it out.”

I figured it out because Time is my love language. Oklahoma is my love context. And, the Socratean adage of “always have a mentor, always be a mentor” in order to grow until you die is a mantra I share over and over.

I blog because my blog is a way of disseminating my own Common Sense to those who would seek my specialized frame of sense making. Because someone else might figure it out through some of my own figuring. Because I value humankind and have a tool with which to communicate. And because, I accept the role of being a mentor, only because of so many other bloggers who are my mentors.

So, I can grow until I die.

Kelly RobertsKelly Roberts is a social scientist, therapist, and editor of the Red Dirt Chronicles – an Oklahoma culture blog. She is a sixth-generation Okie who lives in Edmond and teaches in Denton, TX. Weekends home with her spouse, occasional hangouts with her emerging adult-aged children, and Tonks the Malamute are her favorite things.

Blogger of the Month: My Little Victory Garden

Contributed by February Blogger of the Month, Kelly Roberts

While I miss this series very much, I know I’ll return to it sooner or later.  The first really creative posts I tried while combining cooking and gardening were entitled, “My Little Victory Garden.”  I loved my savory lamb and tomato parpardalle recipe, I loved my pea shoots shooters, and so many more.  But what I REALLY loved about these posts were that they gave me an opportunity to walk to my garden, cruise through a local farmer’s market, and create with what I was given, rather than what I chose.  This post is just one example of that series, but I loved the food very much. Read the entire post here: Ratatoulle’s Ratatouille for Two-ie

Kelly RobertsKelly Roberts is a social scientist, therapist, and editor of the Red Dirt Chronicles – an Oklahoma culture blog. She is a sixth-generation Okie who lives in Edmond and teaches in Denton, TX. Weekends home with her spouse, occasional hangouts with her emerging adult-aged children, and Tonks the Malamute are her favorite things.

The Imaginary Family Project

Contributed by February Blogger of the Month,  Kelly Roberts

We are continuing our discovery of Blogger of the Month, Kelly Roberts. She loves Oklahoma history and story telling. Hop on over to her blog to see how she inspired writers to create an entire story just from looking at an old photo.

“The Imaginary Family Project” began after my brother found a box of “lost” photos in an online auction.  He sifted through the images for a few weeks before calling me with an idea: “What if we get 52 authors to commit to one story each. I send them a few photos from which to choose their subject, and then they create a life for the person(s) within that photo?”  I loved the idea. I loved the stories. And, I loved my brother so much I put a book together after the project and missed many hours of sleep to get him a proofing draft before Christmas. Here’s the first post: 

Kelly RobertsKelly Roberts is a social scientist, therapist, and editor of the Red Dirt Chronicles – an Oklahoma culture blog. She is a sixth-generation Okie who lives in Edmond and teaches in Denton, TX. Weekends home with her spouse, occasional hangouts with her emerging adult-aged children, and Tonks the Malamute are her favorite things.

February Blogger of the Month: Kelly Roberts

A new year, a new month and a new blogger of the month.

In 2016 we are trying something a little different with our Bloggers of the Month. We will still get to know them, learn what makes them tick and why they blog but we will also get a chance to visit some of their favorite posts from their blog archives.

We’re starting this experiment off with Kelly Roberts. Kelly is a social scientist, therapist and editor of the Red Dirt Chronicles – an Oklahoma culture blog. She is a sixth-generation Okie who lives in Edmond and teaches in Denton, TX. Weekends home with her spouse, occasional handouts with her emerging adult-ages children and Tonks the Malamute are her favorite things.

Kelly Roberts

Let’s get to know Kelly a little more:

  • Born: Grady Memorial Hospital, Chickasha, OK
  • Raised: Tuttle, OK
  • Educated: UCO, OSU & OSU
  • Hubs/significant other: Kyle Mickey Roberts – answers to “Mick”
  • Responsible for: Several research projects with multisyllabic titles and ridiculous acronyms having to do with intimate partner relationships (btw – “Intimate Partner Relationships” has 9 syllables)
  • Day job: Assistant Professor at the University of North Texas
  • Blog(s): The Red Dirt Chronicles
  • Other passions: Big Sky contexts, adventures with close friends, cooking what I grow
  • Favorite author/books: Beware of word vomit ahead – – A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle, The World According to Garp by John Irving, All Our Kin by Carol Stack, Steps to Ecology of Mind by Gregory Bateson, Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville, and currently reading “Red Dirt Roads: Sketches of Western Oklahoma” by the Custer County Truck Stop Poets. Thus far, I highly recommend! Let me quote… “In dawn light the sheen on her black hair is blue. She sits cross-legged in the clearing where once her ancestors camped in teepees covered with buffalo hide. with ceremonious cadence she builds a small fire – double handful of dried sage, pyramid of slender twigs, dead cottonwood gathered at the site…” (so good!)
  • Guilty pleasure: 90 minute massages with real lavender oil and no speaking whatsoever.
  • Favorite blogs: The Smitten Kitchen; The Brookings Institute “FixGov” blog; and of course, the blogs of my Oklahoma friends
  • Dream vacation: Antarctica for at least two weeks, preferably a month
  • On the Twitter: @reddirtkelly @RDChronicles @EveryPointOK
  • Where else to find her: LinkedIn  Red Dirt Chronicles Facebook  Every Point on the Map Facebook

Kelly was asked to share three of her favorite posts from her blog, The Red Dirt Chronicles. All three have one theme in common…the beginning, or conceptualization, of some creative journey. We are starting February off with the story of Max and Barbara.  Max and Barbara Walck were busy planting early tomatoes in their garden when we approached them for a conversation. The last stop on our second “Every Point on the Map” pilot run, we scared the living daylights out of them when they finally turned around, although we had been gently approaching and calling their names to get their attention for about 2 minutes. Once they realized we weren’t there to impart any harm, they asked us into their living room; Barbara talked for an hour while Max sat and listened.  Max was the second discussant in our project (that we know about) who has passed away since we met.  I love this post because we’re finding our way technologically, but Barbara and Max are perfectly comfortable…having found their own way together for well over sixty years. To find the rest of the story, please visit Kelly’s blog:



Rebekah Loper – Why I Blog

Contributed by December Blogger of the Month, Rebekah Loper

I’ll be honest – this is probably the post I have struggled with the most. For two reasons, though: I am, perhaps surprisingly, a very quiet, private person by nature, and blogging is also something I’ve been struggling feeling a little lost about lately.

I’m an introvert. A very introverted-introvert, and in all honesty I could go weeks without talking to anyone and be perfectly happy. When we had the Blizzard of ’08, and we were snowed in for a week, Mr. Loper was antsy and ready to be back at work after three days, and I was about ready to cry after a week when I realized I had to be involved in the ‘real world’ again. So, yes. Introvert.

If I didn’t blog, I would have very little contact with the outside world beyond my family and my church. Well, NaNoWriMo helps, but that’s only once a year.

Blogging is a unique way to connect with people – even different than social media.

I’ve been blogging, in one form or another, since I was in my teens. First with Xanga (Yes, I had a Xanga. It’s long gone now.) then Livejournal, and then I took a break for a while before starting up with

It’s been a learning curve, but ultimately there are two reasons why I blog: first, because evidently it’s a ‘thing’ that writers need to do these days. Second, because it’s a fantastic way to keep up connections with people who aren’t physically near me.

It’s more formal, and yet also more meaningful, than random status updates. A blog post says that time and effort went into it, while a status update is just a little bit of instant gratification.

Instant gratification has its time and place… but blogging is much more akin to the letter-writing days of old, where you had to think about what you were saying and why you were saying it, and how you wanted the recipient to understand it.

Also, I’m more comfortable communicating in writing, and blogging facilitates that for me quite easily!

Except when I don’t want to say anything at all. Because introvert.

I feel like I still have a long way to go, though, and these days I’m toying with the idea of going self-hosted, contemplating monetization (especially since Mr. Loper was just laid off and currently jobs in his field of experience are slim pickings), and how much time I actually want to devote to blogging outside of writing fiction.

But blogging has helped me grow in many ways. I’ve learned a lot about myself as a writer – mainly that I’m a slow drafter, both with blogging and fiction, and there’s no way I can keep up with daily blogging while still working on the writing I really want to do. I’ve connected with other homesteaders, both urban and rural, who I can turn to when something happens with my own animals and garden that have me stumped. I’ve made priceless connections in the writing world, including having the opportunity to contribute to the Fantasy-Faction blog on a regular basis, which paved the way for Del-Rey Spectra’s Facebook page to share the article series I wrote on worldbuilding religion for fantasy cultures. And this weekend, Fantasy-Faction shared their top 10 most-popular articles written in 2015 – and one of them was mine.

None of that would have been possible if I wasn’t a blogger.

So that’s at least a glimpse into why I blog – or at least why I think I blog.

Though I’m still figuring out a lot of it.

Rebekah LoperRebekah Loper began creating fictional worlds as a child. Now, she is married, has a garden, keeps chickens, cats, and a dog, and is a NaNoWriMo ML. Read more about her on her blog Fantasia Hearth.

It’s Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Christmas

Contributed by December Blogger of the Month, Rebekah Loper

In recent years, I’ve started to enjoy how early retailers put out their Christmas items.

Don’t get me wrong – June or July is, perhaps, a bit early, but I used to make a big to-do about Christmas stuff showing up before Thanksgiving. Now? Bring it on!

Part of that is because much (ha, all, because who am I kidding here) of my November is monopolized by National Novel Writing Month. (I actually started writing all these posts in late September to get them at least partway done before NaNo.) I joke every year that I’m going to put up the Christmas tree on Halloween, but it hasn’t actually happened. Yet.

If there’s one thing that doesn’t start early enough for me, though, it’s the Christmas music and movies.

I start listening to Christmas music in early November, though I don’t subject my husband to it that early. Last year, I posted about my top 25 favorite Christmas songs on my blog, but that was just barely scratching the surface! If you’d like to raid my Christmas music library, you can find it here on Spotify.

There’s more than just Christmas music, though, even if I prefer it above anything else. I’m fairly easy to please, so I have a few regular favorites otherwise.

For the sake of brevity, I’m going to combine books and movies into one list, especially since many of them overlap.

A Christmas Carol

#1 – A Christmas Carol

This is, unequivocally, my favorite Christmas story besides the Christmas story. I love the era, the theme, and the fantastical elements.
Favorite versions: The book, the Patrick Stewart version, and the live play at Silver Dollar City.

White Christmas#2 – White Christmas

I recently re-watched this, and what I love about this movie is how far a couple of guys are willing to go to give their old Army general a renewed sense of hope. And that’s what Christmas is – hope.
Favorite versions: the original movie, of course, but the live musical is excellent as well.

Mr. Willowby's Christmas Tree

#3 – Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree

Yes, this is a children’s book. But if you haven’t read it, even as a child, you should definitely pick it up. It’s a sweet little story where everyone ends up with a Christmas tree that’s just right for them.

How the Grinch Stole Christmas#4 – How the Grinch Stole Christmas

I remember watching the original animation of this when I was a child. It is probably one of the earliest Christmas memories I have. I loved to watch the transformation of the Grinch. Later, when I was in my teens, the new Grinch movie came out, but it would be a few years before I finally saw it. While it was good, and I loved some aspects of it, it’s still the original animation that has captured my heart. (And, by that regards, the original Dr. Suess book, since the animation is it almost word for word.) It speaks of the transformative power of Christmas that is the promise I look forward to every year, and even when I’ve had really bad years, the hope of Christmas will see me through.
Favorite versions: 1966 animation, 2000 movie (if only for the song Where Are You Christmas)

The_nightmare_before_christmas_poster#5 – The Nightmare Before Christmas

                  Mr. Loper has long proclaimed this to be his favorite Christmas movie – though, in all honesty, it’s the ONLY Christmas movie he watches besides Patrick Stewart’s A Christmas Carol. I didn’t actually see Nightmare Before Christmas until maybe five years ago, and what I absolutely loved about it was how it was a wonderful example of the childlike wonder of Christmas that I remember feeling so long ago, and still search for every Christmas. Inevitably, there are always moments where I find it again.
In particular, I love Jack’s discovery of Christmastown. The utter joy in his voice as he sings What’s This? always makes my heart skip a beat.

The Small One#5 – The Small One

Did you know this was a book? I discovered that it was when I checked to see if my library had a dvd version of the animated version that I remembered from my childhood. It varies from the Disney animated ‘movie’ (really, it’s not even half an hour long, so can it be called a movie?) a bit, and I honestly think that I like the animated version better. It’s just a little softer, but it still brings me to tears every time I watch it. Even as an adult.

Beauty and the Beast The Enchanted Christmas#6 – Beauty & the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas

Usually I don’t like ‘sequels’ to older, beloved animated movies, but I felt this one was well done, and I always loved the song the entire castle ends up singing together as they decorate for Christmas – while they are yet unsure if Beast will even let them celebrate it that year.
The plot is cheesy, and the animation is bizarre at times (especially the antagonist), but it’s still a light-hearted movie overall, with a visit back to a beloved set of characters.

The Year Without a Santa Claus#7 – The Year Without a Santa Claus

This is another movie that I didn’t see until well into my adult years, and I remember the first time I came across it on TV. It was so cheesy, but Claymation is such an interesting media, especially for movies, and this is just a fun, light-hearted Christmas movie that doesn’t have to be taken seriously. And sometimes, that’s all you need – something to cheer you up!


Are any of these your Christmas favorites? What didn’t make it on my list that is one of your favorites?

Rebekah LoperRebekah Loper began creating fictional worlds as a child. Now, she is married, has a garden, keeps chickens, cats, and a dog, and is a NaNoWriMo ML. Read more about her on her blog Fantasia Hearth.

Harnessing the Magic of Words

Contributed by December Blogger of the Month, Rebekah Loper


Words have power – all sorts of power. I fell in love with their potential at an early age, if the things my mother collected and stored away are any indication. And that’s not even counting the memories I have of writing. For some reason, I never wrote many ‘books’ as a child, I just focused on plays and short stories, though my plays definitely read more like novels. Just so you know, these are buried quite deeply on really old floppy disks somewhere in a box.

I didn’t grow up in the happiest of homes… it was definitely not the worst it could have been, but it was not the ideal situation for anyone to grow up in. Words quickly became my refuge.

All kinds of words.

I have many, many memories of my mother reading aloud to us – so many that it’s impossible to sort through them all. The ‘bedtime stories’ ritual didn’t end – ever.

It was normal for us to be on a first-name basis with the librarians, and for us to be at the library up until closing. Sometimes past closing. I pretty much skipped the teen section at the library, too, and went straight into the adult books (with supervision) once I got frustrated with the simple-ness of the children’s section. (Though I read Nancy Drew for a very long time.)

I was about 14 the first time I read the Bible through – all the way from Genesis to Revelation. And that was when I fell in love with language, not just words.

You see… words can take you places, and make you feel things, and they can give you hope. Reading can help you relate to other people who think differently than you do. Probably because we have the time to sort out our own opinion, and if our facial expression ‘says’ the wrong thing while we think, we can’t hurt a book character’s feelings.

I was in my teens when I first decided to seriously pursue the magic of words. Surprisingly enough, I did a lot of that through speeches. I was in 4-H, and spoken communication was highly encouraged, and I was fortunate enough that my 4-H club arranged for classes with the local Toastmaster’s chapter. Spoken words can have the same magic as written ones, it just manifests differently. And that might be why there’s so much emphasis on believable dialogue in fiction writing.

The words that are most magical for me are far too numerous to count – they are in my favorite stories (and I will proudly admit that Tolkien wrote quite a few of them), they are my favorite scriptures, and many are my favorite songs.

How do you make magical words? By saying what is in your heart, in the best possible way you can. It’s that simple, and that difficult.

Below are probably the words that are the most magical to me – they speak to my heart both as a writer, and as a Christian.

What words speak into your life the most?


“Oh, that my words were written!
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
That they were engraved on a rock
With an iron pen and lead, forever!
For I know that my Redeemer lives,
And He shall stand at last on the earth;
And after my skin is destroyed, this I know,
That in my flesh I shall see God,
Whom I shall see for myself,
And my eyes shall behold, and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!
Job 19:23-27 NKJV

Rebekah LoperRebekah Loper began creating fictional worlds as a child. Now, she is married, has a garden, keeps chickens, cats, and a dog, and is a NaNoWriMo ML. Read more about her on her blog Fantasia Hearth.

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