Let’s define our
pots of gold. Mine: a story
in the New Yorker.
TLT: At the End of the Rainbow
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Let’s define our
pots of gold. Mine: a story
in the New Yorker.
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Ha! Wouldn’t that be great? Clever take on the prompt, there, ma’am 🙂
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merci beaucoup 🙂
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Lol I guess rainbows bring out our thoughts of pots of gold.
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Seems that way 🙂
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wow that would be awesome!
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Wouldn’t it just? A girl can dream…
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I hope someday you achieve it.
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Agreed! Thanks for sharing your dreams – would love to read your writing there 🙂
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Me too!
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🙂
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😀
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Me three!
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🙂
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I like the dreams in your pot of gold. I hope your rainbow lets your slide along into your dream! Wonderful prompt picture.
Used to work in the Flat Iron District, and walk up to the Empire State Building on my lunch breaks.
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Now, I expect the New Yorker to pick this up! Lovely lines indeed!!
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Thank you. I’m not sure the New Yorker publishes haiku… 😀
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A collection of Haiku could be a first 🙂
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I like your thinking 🙂
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I would love to read it!
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Thank you 🙂
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Great three lines. Would love I read it too!
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Thank you! Maybe one day…
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That certainly would be a pot of gold! Great three line tale. 🙂
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Thanks, PJ!
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Hope you find your pot of gold. Good one, Sonya.
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So do I… Thank you 🙂
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Sonya, your challenge post for the 3LineTales disappeared from my inbox. What do I need to do to participate in this challenge, just put 3LineTales on my post?
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Will this help: https://sonyca.wordpress.com/2016/02/25/three-line-tales-week-four/ ?
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Yes! Thank you!
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Sonya, do you know of a challenge on WP where they give you 3 lines and you are suppose to use those lines in a story?
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https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2016/02/25/sisterhood-of-the-world-blogging-award/
Hey Sonya, I nominated you for the Sisterhood of the World Blogging Award. If you wish to participate check out the link above.
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Direct and no mincing words! Great! Hope you collect your pot of gold!
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So do I… Thanks, Jenny 🙂
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