Category: Fiction Friday
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People Who Live in Glass Houses – Fiction Friday
I suppose you shouldn’t throw stones into me either. There is a certain frailty to being made of glass. Glass is a liquid. Did you know that? If I were not eventually taken down by a hail storm or earth quake I would puddle down succumbing to gravity and my atomic structure.
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Fiction Friday presents a Nursing Home
…..Women’s Society, one of the nation’s earliest old age homes, in 1823, “that through the indulgence of Divine Providence, our efforts have, in some degree, been successful, and have preserved many who once lived respectfully from becoming residents of the Alms House”.
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Fiction Friday presents A Mad House
I have been around since the late 1800s. I came out of the tail end of the poor house era. The people I housed then are much the same as the people who live here now.