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*** The family that lived in the wrecked empty car were driving too fast for the curve. Flying is the safest mode of trav..

*** Once you've become a starling counter it's impossible to not look up. The crick in my neck is evidence of my devotion to duty as..

Once again my editor-in-chief Ken e Bujold helped me see the flaws in earlier versions.

Thanks to Ken e Bujold for lighting my way.

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*** Walk with me, Mary, while I move the cattle to the north pasture where the grasses are sweeter, and we can m..

*** The old graying boat needs paint, it's once white sides chipped and faded. The oars green from moss. The air is sti..

*** Knowingly, I grasp the unknown, in full knowledge there is no way to hold to my illusions. Or are my illusions delu..

*** The polar vortex has finally passed,andI'm able to sit outsidein the sun.The patio chair is warm beside the roundglass table with its..

*** Hunched over, the cuff of your lab coat stained blue from the dye on the slide that you’ve stared at far too long, ..