Written September 19, 2026 For The Contest, “Haven” Sponsor: Constance La France
One's haven- a place where happiness sings; true, comforting peace to all lives it brings, as strolling in parks or feeding sweet birds. But mine is the sanctuary of words. The scenes in my mind direct them to come to build an image or story, become the tools that can shape, redress simple thought; in capturing words, the best ones are sought. This haven I seek, on fair or gray days, immersed in the field of words that amaze. Though battles are fierce, when each write is done, sweet comfort rewards the word-war I won.
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