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Words are not our own, and they never mean the same.Some might call it being vague,but it is more momentary honesty.The initial vision changes.Alterna..
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Some stories take time.You can't just blurt them out.Might give a hint, one caught by the observant.Stories change, adding new lines, and different d..
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I really should be a hermit.Granted.I made the suggestion.On-line schooling.Now,I want to know who came up with the title of learning coach.I have to ..
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Friend gave a request. She wanted one about stone mermaids, each showing their grief.Now,I will be the first to say, the old stories hurt.A mermaid w..
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The words are running in the background, and the story is waiting.Not like I can explain it.I am not the one to ask the questions. I just tell a story..
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Face submergedMoving with the currentsOne toe acting as an anchorHolding my breathEyes wide openWatching a different worldTaking a moment Trying not t..
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A couple of hours,and it will be a year.I find myself with no words.Miss you Dad.
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Running a few lines by a friend, and this happens. Odd write, but I like it. Paul Postma, you need to join the Cafe.
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For some a fad, a painful decoration.One maybe regretted.Others, a statement, beliefs etched upon the skin.And then there are those,a memory, one car..
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You have to know what you are doing.We have all seen the images, one accident after another.Each caused by an amateur attempt.Large bird added to a po..
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