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 Your Thread Your thread runs through my living. Your breath fans over my life. Your associations and devotions Catch me unaware... [read more] |
 I am grateful that no matter where I’ve put down roots no matter where I’ve dwelled… I’ve never been far from my family tree for I am... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand to truly use our hearts and eyes to see the importance of having a strong and loving family... [read more] |
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Violet’s blue spruce, which we bought this year the same time we cut down our Christmas tree has been planted in the yard... [read more] |
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Even when we were otherwise naked, and the stars had emerged and we needed so very much to make love, Tadzio wanted to keep our sheer socks... [read more] |
 Big Gash I am in a Tokyo, Osaka, but not Kyoto vibe.. in New York, New York City lights, dimmed city cybe... [read more] |
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Tonight I drove my chariot into a ditch. Turning is dangerous business taking a left onto a road when WAIT! there’s no road.... [read more] |
 This 'regime change' makes my blood boil We all know the reason, it's their oil Before we get stuck in the mud Pay the price in toil and blo... [read more] |
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Achilles and Patroclus watched from not so far away as their mentor, Chiron, fellated the young centaur, and gulped his sweetstuff. Th... [read more] |
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What starlight is it that sparkles in our nation's* soul, and by which it is sustained, and led, thriving and warmingg? It is that a more pe... [read more] |
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Prone on the floor, I watched him stand over me: his bare legs---full of down, the color of his waist-length curls. Through his... [read more] |
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I am grateful for having learned… despite what some people may imply that when it comes to life… It is definitely okay to cry… ... [read more] |
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There is a Cherokee proverb…a blessing to which I now give voice: When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live y... [read more] |
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As long as he has known her…throughout their many years he has always been in awe of the variety and vastness of her tears. On... [read more] |
 She clattered through her cavern with a cauldron made of stone, muttering ancient recipes in a gravel‑textured tone. She pluck... [read more] |