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  1. Roxie700January 24, 2014 at 12:54 PM

    You are a gifted writer. Thanks for sharing the diary posts. When Queens Ride By is one of my favorite short stories. Hope you will write some more.

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  2. Ginna H.November 24, 2014 at 12:02 AM

    Is there going to be anymore? Would love for it to continue.

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  3. JillianJune 10, 2015 at 10:58 AM

    Your writing is wonderful. In your description, though, please note that the original was not published in 1888. Agnes Turnbull was born in 1888, and the story was published in the 1930s about a 1920s farm. :)

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  4. Laura of Harvest Lane CottageDecember 23, 2015 at 11:50 PM

    Please write more, Suzanne!

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