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Project 366...
A story...
My name is Tatiana, and I live on the north slope of a very large, rough mountain. It's green - very green - right now, but soon a blanket of white will cover the ground. Then I will not be able to go out. I will be housebound again and this time alone. I have stacked firewood and stored mushrooms and nuts for the coming winter. I will be safe.

The explosion is still a vivid memory. Every hut except mine was blown off the mountain. Great plants splintered and fell willy-nilly around the countryside missing my house by mere inches. Slabs of wood and even parts of my neighbors' roofs still dot the pasture downhill. I will leave them as a reminder.
My beloved Andrei died in that pasture, but I choose to remember his fine smile and tender ways, not his gruesome death. His teachings about living off the land will come in handy this winter. I will survive in honor of him. But first I must purchase some sheepskin. It's cold in here.

Tatiana's hut is my photo of the day...'Precipice'...
My name is Tatiana, and I live on the north slope of a very large, rough mountain. It's green - very green - right now, but soon a blanket of white will cover the ground. Then I will not be able to go out. I will be housebound again and this time alone. I have stacked firewood and stored mushrooms and nuts for the coming winter. I will be safe.

The explosion is still a vivid memory. Every hut except mine was blown off the mountain. Great plants splintered and fell willy-nilly around the countryside missing my house by mere inches. Slabs of wood and even parts of my neighbors' roofs still dot the pasture downhill. I will leave them as a reminder.
My beloved Andrei died in that pasture, but I choose to remember his fine smile and tender ways, not his gruesome death. His teachings about living off the land will come in handy this winter. I will survive in honor of him. But first I must purchase some sheepskin. It's cold in here.

Tatiana's hut is my photo of the day...'Precipice'...
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Where did you find that green green moss? It's pretty!
And what is the "hut" really?
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The green, green moss is at the base of one pine tree on the school campus. There is a row of about twelve trees and only ONE has moss at its base. :/
I have no idea what Tatiana's hut is. I didn't even notice it until I uploaded the picture to my computer at school. LOL!
Eh, something different.
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:)
It really is sweet!
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Awwww...Piglet and his lists. Now THAT'S sweet. :)
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"Precipice" is a kid's book? If so what ages? Did I miss something?
Those phots are gorgeous.
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THEN, I read the comments between you and Donna. You were just playing with my head!! Ch!!
Ok, I feel better now. ;-)
BTW, that's some of the greenest green I've ever seen.
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No, I just name my photos, and the 'hut' seems to be perched on a precipice. You haven't missed anything. :D
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When I saw the 'hut' in the picture, the story popped into me head. It's been a long time since I've tried my hand at fiction. I'm out of practice. :/
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Isn't that moss green. It's just screaming! At first I thought it was because of all the pine straw around it, but no...it's just super green. :D
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I'm sure he is very mysterious and has a fascinating past, but we'll leave it up to Tatiana to piece things together.
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Maybe Tatiana will update us next spring...IF she survives. ;)
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But that is how amazing pieces are born.
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then up-date the story as we go. come on "teach" you've got a mandate from your fans! LOL!
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