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Solstice morning. But Jill still had her chores. First was to fetch the water. It was still dark when she collected the bucket, slipped her feet into the wooden-soled shoes and clattered across the frosted cobbles to the well.
The catch to the cover was frozen. Jill breathed long and hard on it and still it wouldn’t budge. Wretched freezing weather.
But when she turned and saw the sun’s Solstice rays on the window, suddenly she wasn’t so cold.
79 words written for Sammi’s Weekend’s Writing Prompt: Window
crispina kemp 
A very nice story Crispina
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It sprang to mind when I thought of the photo I had. This was my neighbour’s house where I used to live
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Lovely idea.
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Inspiration!
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👌🏼
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It seems so really … which is why the story is touching. Cheers to the sun delivering a sense of hope.
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Ironically, we’re quite mild here. But that window belongs to a house build during the Tudor Ice Age (I know, cos I used to live next door) and in those days they knew all about cold!
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Abnormally mild here, too!
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It’s the wind that’s currently terrorising us. Loss of life, and this isn’t usual in UK
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Excellent take!
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Thank you. For once I actually had a suitable photo, so I just wrote around that
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👍❤️
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The times, they are a-changin’ –TOO SLOWLY
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Weird things happening 🙂
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That was sweet. We have such mild weather right now, not too much is frozen shut! That reflection is a beauty!
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It was too good not to use, and the age of that window leads to the story
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For sure. Wonderfully done.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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😊😊
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