First Post! The Beginning of the Story

 

First Post! The Beginning of the Story

This blog is for adding stories!

I'm going to run a workshop for the Alpine School in November 2023, and I thought it would be fun to start a blog of stories so the students can see how easy it is to Get Published. Just do it!

This blog is made using Google Blogger, which you can access through Google Apps if you have an account. I'm using Helvetica font at Normal size for this text and Helvetica Major Heading Purple for the heading. 

Now I'm going to add a random picture from my files and start adding stories, also from my files...

Boy at Balmoral


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