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I love the times when there is nothing to say, like when I am confronted by my colossal insignificance. That mountain I can reach out and ..

There is a primal need to talk it out. And “it” can be all there is, or just the hops in this new IPA. Or a meeting of tribal el..

First grade, maybe, second, or third? I’m not sure, but what a world of fantasy I found in “The Five Chinese Brothers!” ..

My feet are in love with mossy,black earth under a canopy of trees, soft, yet strong enough to feed the wide Oak, tall Pine, smooth Hollies, ..

THIN PLACES 2 SURF CASTING What can be said aboutthe sea that has not already been said? When it rages and that tall s..

Sand and salt water! I’ve spent a lot of time making love to waves doing things that tickle all over. There is ..

Salt water, I’ve spent a lot of time under the surface doing the things that tickle, there is something about floating five to ten feet deep..

There is a kaleidoscope of flavor, color, and time in the juice ofher lips, and hers, and hers, and hers, and hers. ..

My vision is lined by the shades in my window, everything crossed with dark white bars so that tree is sliced into thirty-two pieces from roo..

I remember the story, Charles Kuralt on Sunday Morning; the machines weren't cutting it. Though they had been redesigned a hundred times an..