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When we talk shop and turn ourselves inside out, something with no name happens that is not macro, not quantum. It is a thing ..

I Picked strawberries At Washington farms today They were red through and through Tender and fragrent Not like those berry shaped balsa bits ..

When I die, please don’t say, "He passed…" I did not pass, I DIED! I kicked the bucket, bought the farm, bit the dust, c..

When your smile flashes and burns across my cheek, I drown in flames. Immolation is not fun, but an earnest third d..

I was young, and that’s my excuse, I just did not know when I saw the little wheel of cheese so soft and creamy on the label. ..

My private Pensacola jungle overlooked the bay where I was isolated in live oaks and Spanish moss. It is there I hid to read and be transpo..

I rumble down a mountain road, through low clouds, and there she is! In the wee hour dark; she sails in on a shriek, a daughter of Lil..

The problem is, some sort of feline encephalitis. when they get it, they die. It comes from little nasties that used to feed on bobca..

I wonder how it must have been… humans in perfect safety, perfect peace every plant a kind food, nutritious, delicious. Life without c..

The problem is, some sort of feline encephalitis. when they get it, they die. It comes from little nasties that used to feed on bobc..