Chris Bighorse
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Oregon Coast Bicycle Ride - Day 3A Story by Chris BighorseNovember 5, 2012 The day started out dreary and dark. My layover in Tillamook was much needed and I am deeply indebted to Riley for his hospital.. |
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Oregon Coast Bicycle Ride - Day 2A Story by Chris BighorseNovember 2, 2012 I started out early. Even before the sun began to lighten the darkness of the clouds I was breaking down camp. It had rained al.. |
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Oregon Coast Bicycle Ride - Day 1A Story by Chris BighorseNovember 1, 2012 I started out late. It wasn’t until 3 o’clock in the afternoon that I crossed the Washington/Oregon state line in the.. |
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PaperA Poem by Chris BighorseI find it next to my heart;a crumpled piece of paper.It twitches in the wind as I pass bybut never blows away.I pick it up one dayand it's like I pull.. |
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Hopeless RomanticA Poem by Chris BighorseI am in love with every girl I have ever met. |
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WalkingA Poem by Chris BighorseI have these little pieces of paper with little scribbles of truth on them that I throw away because I keep my trash and my treasure in the sam.. |
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MusicA Poem by Chris BighorseI can't tell you how many songs I write when I touch your cheek, or about the violin orchestration I hear when I run my fingers through your hair,.. |
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Old FriendsA Poem by Chris BighorseTo all my old friends whom I may never see again: If you hear of my death go outside and breathe deeply. I will do the same for you. |
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Before You LeaveA Poem by Chris BighorseFor Gabi |
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GodsA Poem by Chris BighorseI had wanted to bookmark an occasion where pockets of air bubble, trappedbetween ice and flowing water. How mother said "Gods reside in the.. |
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