Wednesday, October 29, 2008
A Dusty Trail
Dusty trails have enlightened my perspective. I had pondered the highway, but fearful of being unchanged I sought a passage that was much more difficult by choice. For in choice I had discovered my fulfillment. A hardy, robust stein of refreshing drink! Pure as water off a sandy beach’s island. Pure...
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SUCH IS LIFE!
I. Misspent Youth I rode the dancing flames of inferno for the entire trolley ride of my childhood out of the tankard of alcohol(ism). BUT There was: no dance no warmth, no electricity, no youthfulness. There was nothing to imbibe! II. MISSPENT MARRIAGE I surfed the dancing flames of inferno for the...
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