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Soldier sitting by the door riding the bus in ’64 just two and twenty he was then going away ’till god knows when riding a bus throu..

Did the Magi follow the star across the seas to the new land, to America seeking Godwho will reveal himself again in a cave? God in a cave; now ..

Into the mail box the cards are delivered, angels, a manger, the star and a lamb as the rural carrier makes her rounds listening to the plain..

by toritto Icy cold frozen moon hanging in a crystalline sky as it was foretold. Tree skeletons appear if dead save..

Once in a Winter of discontent I walked in furrows of deep crusted snow through a forest of spindly birch and pine and came upon the ancient o..

Simonetta Canttaneo de Candia Vespucci- (1453 �" 1476) The face of the Italian Renaissance . La bella Simonetta looking to the distant ..

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She visits at 11:11 sometimes A.M; mostly P a sudden haunting urges me to look at a clock which must be digital. Dropping by for just a momen..

There is no time; only the motion of decay the chaos of the defined dissolving into infinite Sitting still, the world spins the sun moves, gala..

by toritto Michael The doctors spoke to them about a “degenerative disorder of the nervous system” and how infant..