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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Microburst Of A Different Kind

"My iPhone keeps frightening me with loud and ugly alarms announcing an impending Dust Storm: Avoid travel. Check local media. National Weather Service.” The above message from Friend Richard in Phoenix happened last evening. The picture is of it approaching Moon Valley where he lives. They are... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 25, 2015

Beheaded By A Tree

I didn't mean to behead the lady. In fact, I didn't even see her until I put my photos on my computer. I was totally focused on the statue sprite dancing in the fountain. I wonder if the lady would look better with a head...... or worse? Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 22, 2015

It's Been A Long Time (repost) Il y a longtemps que je t'aime Jamais je ne t'oublierais. Yes, I've loved you for so long, how could I possibly ever forget you? If the moon should cease to shine in the midnight sky, if fluffy clouds were forever banished, if stars nevermore twinkled and flashed, and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 21, 2015

So Far Behind

How do I catch up reading your latest postings? Please, please be patient. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 12, 2015

What A Life

Nothing seems to stand alone-- all is intertwined; each small thing leads to the next, no ending do I find: one problem leads to another one thought one harsh word one need one fear one violent death one mistake one frown one hatred one bacterial or viral illness.... one smile leads to another one... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2015

One Just Can't Know

Pyhrro of Elis tripped on a trellis fell and hurt his knee. His sweetie did nurse him; the skeptics observed them, wondering how it would be. Pyhrro went traveling taught without groveling-- no Gymnosophist's fear. His knee was all better; He stuck to the letter: It's all in how things appear. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 8, 2015

Fascinating Scuta

A little tortoise with beautiful scuta made his way across the road from the lakes. Demonstrating his pulchritude, he managed to climb up the step to our front door stoop, and looked in the glass at the reflection of himself. I'm just positive that was a smile I saw upon his face before he turned... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Thunder Comes Again

wet wet wet wet wet dark cloud damper on the day the babies don't care Priscilla Rose Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

No Energy

I am a thinkin' I do fear my renewable energy sources did disappear long ago. They be tellin' me that renewable energy sources one can replenish That must mean I don't have any. Biomass, hydro power, geothermal, wind, they don't get me up and runnin' no matter how much I pretend. I will be agreein'... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 25, 2015

I wait. 'Tis the golden hour-- that special time ere dusk has come and leaves of green with sun's last rays reflect from nature love's great power. Along the winding path I hear his footfall as his steps draw near, see his shadow through sparkling haze. His ice blue eyes with crowning brow survey... Sign in to see full entry.

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