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The decades indicated
steps were needed and she proceeded one the other, bounding and some
floundering. Falling and stalling, surging and merging,..
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One day in whenever, she penned some words. And they were torn from her and they were borne from her and she - lying in her pain watching her body was..
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It was a small glass
bottle, and as she walked the shore, she stopped at the most perfect
spot. There she sat, sifting and sifting, looking for ex..
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It's dark outside... She
can almost imagine the silhouette of the emerging row of houses being a
mountain ridge, rising and falling darker than th..
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You tapping
the keys, how much of love have you taken in? You bright young thing
bemoaning life you have not lived, what words are these? "She sai..
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It's in the ebb and
flow... you know - tides bringing remnants of moments someone else
tossed out, picked up by you and examined ever so briefly. ..
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Those very few and very brief moments... when the gaze outside
the window shows a very near undulating hill; both dark and brooding
against the li..
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Poetic prose? Random musings? Captured moments? Who knows...
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Stay tuned, you behind the devices and fingers tapping botched words. Grammar hurts however it is spelled. Tap and then tap - my life so tap so furiou..
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This is not a ‘work’. This is my bowing out. I will not
totally abandon this site; I will continue to work behind the scenes with t..
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