Peace #WordlessWednesday

by Jacquie Biggar
Posted on December 11, 2019December 10, 2019
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jennifertarheelreader says:

December 11, 2019 at 3:37 am

It’s beautiful, Jacquie!

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  December 11, 2019 at 9:31 am
  
  Thanks, Jennifer. Both are stately sentries 🙂
  
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  1. D.L. Finn, Author says:
    
    December 11, 2019 at 10:27 am
    
    Love this. A perfect background.
    
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    1. Jacquie Biggar says:
      
      December 11, 2019 at 7:29 pm
      
      Thank you, Denise 🙂
      
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Mae Clair says:

December 11, 2019 at 5:03 am

Wow. Very dramatic contrast.

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  December 11, 2019 at 9:30 am
  
  A good reminder of our blessings ❤
  
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel says:

December 11, 2019 at 7:25 am

It touches the heart. Very nice, Jacquie.

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  December 11, 2019 at 9:28 am
  
  Thanks, Mary. It made me think of all the troops overseas
  
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Jacqui Murray says:

December 11, 2019 at 8:53 am

Christmas Eve, WWII. Lovely.

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  December 11, 2019 at 9:27 am
  
  I was taken by the contrast- war and peace
  
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I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.

In Harmony- Emma Scott

I’ve never been hit in the face. My mother didn’t bother disciplining me. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. It startles the soul.

Long Shot- Kennedy Ryan

His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.

Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.

Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis

Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.

Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray