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 Why do we think the faxes are so vital? The follow-up calls so necessary? The signature of authorization so important? The titles S... [read more] |
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As a child I turned the pages slowly. Admiring the bright eternal sun shine, filtering through the trees. I could smell the delicate f... [read more] |
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Is this all just a test? Does every minute count? Time is moving too fast. At best right now, I can break even. There is no... [read more] |
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Nothing is genuine , Here, on Earth. It won’t ever endure. The rust, tarnish, And decay are ever present. So I do not value any of the... [read more] |
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Your beautiful teal eyes haunt me. I can see through them into your soul. Which is innocent and pure. Incapable of malice or evil. Bea... [read more] |
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The bite of the north wind enters my lungs in a cold gasp. The mist from my warm breath floats in the air in front of me. I pull my whi... [read more] |
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Multicolored designs, fine lines stroked with a pen, Curl and swirl across the paper. . A dab of blue on the brush creates a clear sky... [read more] |
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Soft feathery, emerald fringe. Swaying in the breeze, Vibrant leaves. Rustling. Crunch of pine needle’s underfoot, disguise a well kno... [read more] |
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Leisurely savoring the amber liquid as I gaze pensively into the fire. Crimson, golden and tangerine flames leap boldly from the aged... [read more] |
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Silently falling adjoining the silver glimmering of the moon’s light. Falling, fluttering, flowing to the ground. The wind may briefly... [read more] |
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Long fingers extend over the lake. some as old as time, weathered by years of use the sun, water and wind. Others shiny a... [read more] |
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As I sit gazing into the bright crimson, and tangerine, of the flames. I feel its warmth its strength. Bordered by the blue... [read more] |
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Stars 3858 As I rest on the sturdy surface Of the ancient wooden pier, Warmed by the sun’s rays. My essence diminishes. I gaze up at the... [read more] |
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In the early morning The emerald water is so tranquil. All life is quiescent. Not a ripple in sight. The current leisurely progressing... [read more] |
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The cool breeze flows Over the Wisconsin River. Gently blowing through my hair. Pine needles crunch noisily Below my booted foot. The tre... [read more] |