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The innocent curiosity of natureinstilledwithin the children we love,is an elixir we drink with our eyes,which we can't get enough of.We watch as they..
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The logic is inescapable,Yet we attempt to skirt it anyway.Our lack of dealing…. Indescribable.As the moment comes into play.We seek refuge in ..
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It just dawned on methat I am where I should benot where I dreamednor what it seemed.I exist not just for meor for posterity.but to assist in a chain ..
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Is there no room for a craftsman?No room for their skills and dedication?Are we so impatient to get what we can?We will take lesser quality via automa..
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I see my time getting shorter.My choices of entertainment are duller,My spare time, increasingly, I have become a hoarder.I seek to study the mundane...
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We move through our livessurroundedby who we lovefamiliarand comfortingtaking for granted not saying enough.But those who raise ussee us,as we are, fr..
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"The wrong turn? I see your point,"He said to his wife,As she attempted to open the car door.He turned off the engine,Opened the window,And began the ..
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To express is to desire understanding.To express is to desire comfort.Comfort without understanding is bland and tasteless.Words drop uncontrolled as ..
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Stolen wordsWe sat and spoke,often over a meal.I may have known youor just a moment's common bond we would feel.Whether a stranger or friend,silence u..
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So goes WinterFather Time sinks further into depression,with no Spring in his step,His mistress spurs his attention,Her Nature fills him with regret.T..
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