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I was almost seven, a kid exploring the world. The path behind my grandfather’s house opened like a cave to a steep decline in the tre..

I'm old and too fat for my own good, so I've been walking a mile down county road 22, and back; I'm abound and trueRomantic,and need the solace..

There is nothing so cleansing as a day spent among trees with a creek nearby. It is there you can smell each shade of green, esp..

The wind is always good in my face, even when it’s full of rain. I coasted through the Coreopsis, Bluebonnets, and Cornflow..

Forty years ago was just yesterday, 1984, when Orwell missed by just this many years his dream of how things would be ..

I’ve encountered Ravens three times. When introduced to the drum that was Poe’s haunted heartbeat;he was worriedabout somethinghe ..

I love the swordplay of our . quiet times together, fencing with tender touches and upraised glances; quicksilver cuts, afraid we might ..

instinct skills caves hunt gather language village trade walls hovels agriculture tribes politics routes towns laws cities king..

Everytime I try to sleep, a dark wind blows through me, its airy arms loaded with gales of chaos, someone’s cackling laughter, ..

A dry leaf scuttles into non-sensual contact with the water to sail a little while in the wind; my reverie always jostled by noisy people ..