Richard L. Provencher

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StoryAn Older Age Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
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StoryAn Old Family Farm Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Observation Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Innocence Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Evening Song at Lake Huron Richard L. Prov...211 years 6 months ago
StoryAN EVERYDAY HERO essay Richard L. Prov...111 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Ending Unmasked Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAN EMERGING WRITER essay Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAN EARLY CATCH poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Author’s Day (story) Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAN AWAKENING poem Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Attitude Richard L. Prov...211 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Atlantic Return Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAN ANGEL'S FRIENDSHIP story Richard L. Prov...111 years 6 months ago
StoryAmong Nations Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAlzheimer’s Not Just a Word Richard L. Prov...811 years 6 months ago
StoryAlpha and Omega 4 - island adventure Richard L. Prov...211 years 6 months ago
StoryAlpha and Omega 1 – a beginning Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAlpha and Omega 3 - new place Richard L. Prov...211 years 6 months ago
StoryAlpha and Omega 2 - good friends Richard L. Prov...111 years 6 months ago
StoryAlong the Path Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago
StoryAlong the Moose Richard L. Prov...211 years 6 months ago
StoryAlong the Moose Richard L. Prov...211 years 6 months ago
StoryAlone and Hungry Richard L. Prov...011 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Gather In

Gather In the soundless calm as I rock gently back and forth as thoughts seep quietly into the room- my gaze absorbs everything accepting me.
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We Were Lions

We Were Lions in our younger days able to drive foot heavy on the pedal where gravel roads like ribbons in the country-side accepted grudgingly an 80...
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In the Natural

Wood fires are glaring and currents of air straining as the moon arises across footprints of shade- then a glow begins to create a pathway in...

Over the Hill

We launched into the edge of Friday’s last evening light at the onset of our tenting plans- after a restful sleep in our canoes upon a small lake...
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Sun-Light

Sun-light splashing down is full of rhythm dripping leaf to leaf launching from each branch bringing a softness caressed by a current of wind its...

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