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Our silence needn't be awkward, for
there is joy in your mere presence,
contentment in just sharing your air.
We don't need to find words to fi..
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The beautiful thing about life is
that there is always a horizon.
A place far off in the distance
where things look so much better,
a plac..
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Something a friend showed me poked at my muse with a stick.
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Chaos abhors duplicity. Chaos rings your phone when you are in your phonyconversation, hoping to avoid talking to that chatty pest who has cornered y..
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What happens when you find an old 8mm movie that your now dead father shot fifty years ago that has the capacity to change history?
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“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the
moon, and the truth.”
--- Buddha ---
Chapter 1
After fifty years of
sk..
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Chapter 2
The headlights flashing across the curtains in the front picture window announced
Doug's arrival. Kat unlocked the front door, got..
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Chapter 3
As it is often known to
do, Saturday morning came far too quickly. When Doug woke, he found
himself in a decidedly female bedroom...
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Chapter 4
His Cherokee empty, Doug
and Kat returned to her mother's home and went back to the business
of packing the remains of a lifetime...
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Chapter 5
“I knew there was a
reason that I kept you,” Kat said, picking up her plate and Doug's
from the coffee table.
“..
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