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A concrete room seven by twelve measured by feet placed one in front of the other in a straight line I have walked for decades. Concrete furn..

‘She had Susan Hayward’s hair no longer in Vogue tight jeans and spike heeled boots the sculptor’s deft touch to hip and bre..

Momma would dust the venetian blinds every Saturday morning open and close them with a pull of the cord watching the world blink appear, d..

Fairy tales, witches magic enchantments dreams sailing on calm seas the world of children mixed with wonder Angelic eyes fill with a lovely shin..

Richard’s phone rang, disturbing the tranquility of a quiet Saturday afternoon in small town California. Rarely did his phone ring since he re..

Who is Wolters and what did he do to have a fort named after him in Mineral Wells where the sky’s not cloudy all day? Loading up flatcar..

by toritto My street - Bay 53rd street - before It wasn’t called White Sands even by those who lived there on di..

The children shout We’re here! We’re here! See their first palmFlorida’s border. Bodies relaxing under palm trees;cooling breeze..

We might have gone to England British Air in Business Class spent Summer time in Westminster placed flowers at the Cenotaph Windsor, Bath and S..

O Lucius Paulus! What are we doing here amongst these tribes bearing Rome nothing but enmity driving us normally benevolent men to increasing ha..