Author: Morton Design Works
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The House at the End of Mulberry Road
30 October 2014 The house at the end of Mulberry Road caught the last bit of sunlight as the clouds turned from white to orange to red before finally becoming cold and grey. It sat up on a hill overlooking the neighborhood, and seemed to shudder in the breeze of the late October evening. The…
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Legend of the Himalaya
22 March 2014 My legs burned, though not more than my chest. It was my chest that occupied my mind, as if the heave and toil of each breath was guiding my feet higher up the mountain. In fact, it was, and the cadence soon became essential to success. Essential to survival. For no other…
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A Simple Sound
13 December 2011 My troubled ear could not define, a simple sound most refined. I was lost inside of shadow and confused. Alas! My equally troubled mind does have a history of playing tricks on me. Though I sat for some time, still my troubled ear could not define that simple sound most refined. I…
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The Boulevard
24 January 2010 The forecast was for a warm, sunny day on the boulevard. I had in mind some shopping I wanted to do, and decided today was a perfect day to be out. Honestly, though, I didn’t feel myself when I woke up this morning. Like one of those days where you just can’t…
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The Wild Mountain Trail
14 December 2009 To say that Jeffrey had been hiking the trail may have been misleading. He was confused, hurt and stumbling, but miraculously staying on the trail. It wasn’t hiking. Not that one could really call what he was walking on a trail anyway. Jeffrey was high up on the eastern side of the…
Greg Morton 