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For our dear nephew, Chris, on re-opening family Adirondack Camp
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We go on becoming what we weren’t, before,Traipsing barefoot over continents of time,Swimming naked in pools of thought,Climbing ropes of destin..
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Attempt at painting thoughts...
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Bonnie was as elemental as the earth itself,A force of Nature,Pure as the rain, the wind, the fire, the sky.Standing strong, she cocooned the people s..
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Australian Aborigine beliefs about the Dreamtime
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Dragonflies,
Gossamered in gold iridescence,
Fluttering in double-winged prescience,
Shimmering faery lights,
Trembling in an out
Of re..
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Yes, it goes the way the wind blows,
This I say about today,
And it’s true of tomorrow too...
Breeze blows softly, breeze blows dow..
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“Mother of tyrants”,You, I and Diogenes,Against the cruel mob.See,Cynics sleep on streets,In jars...seeking honest men.Stoic to the end.Wi..
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Justice blinded.
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...in Florida
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