Robin Hawke

November 23, 2011, 3:57 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Industry overcame her. Gabrielle practiced cooking every dish on her menu. The holidays were here; soon her relatives would butter the bread that never rose with once-polished silver.


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Happy Thanksgiving, Robin! I’m grateful for the connection that we’ve made in recent months. Many blessings to you and yours!

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