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his large frame splays out in the swivel chair as his captive audience looks and listens in a trance like state of miserable boredom the hotel ..

Puck, on a cool August night watches the soft flutter of Lunas' wings brushing softly against the dusk, listens to the symphony of the stream from..

On the grey concrete to the right of the centre line Crows, eating carrion fill their place in life's design. Cars swerve to avoid the sca..

Spruce trees dressed in white tutus frozen pirouettes sparkling under bright winter sun.

Ah,the smell of burning leaves on a chilly November day last chore of fall sending up a haze of smoke wafting on a gentle wind rain begins to fa..

lost in time and crumbled granite graves of my grandfathers ancient to even them generations marching backwards to the mists of the beginning b..

Zeus and Hera disagreed one night. He flung lightning bolts; She screeched thunder, They both spat rain.

" We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.' The maelstrom increases sucking me into the void whirling faster and faster Bridge after Bridge ..