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Continue reading →: She Dreamed Herself A Rose
One summer evening the kind where the breeze blows through open windows and white sheers dance a hypnotic dance… she dreamed a dream moon peeking eyes squinting blue-black sky star splattered canvas lulling her to the never-never place tree branch scritch-scritching the roof night time melody toad symphony wait shh.…
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Continue reading →: Don’t Wait – A Post on Friendship, Eternity and Assumptions about Tomorrow
I replay the last time I saw him over and over in my head. Standing in the check out at Stop & Shop. We had been communicating over the phone and e-mail and only had been in touch after many years. Such was this friendship. It was the kinds of…






