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Sharon Dwyer's Writings

Short Story
The view from her kitchen window no longer framed the scene she grew up with and once loved. Sad, barren land, dotted with ancient cherry trees struggling in vain to produce the sweet fruit as in the past, stretched for over 50 acres. A profusion of ragged, brown weeds covered the land now as far as she could see, which lately had become a very short distance...