Short Notice; optional challenge

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This month proved distracting for the Guild. As such, this challenge is optional. Our apologies for any inconvenience.

Challenge: Pinterest Prompt

Items:

  • Cinnamon 
  • Tea
Next Meeting Date: November 5th, 2017.

-The Appalachian Writer's Guild Team

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