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Jolly
Trapped! I tell you! Barricaded in a London Hilton with no means of escape without threat! Not by any humans or nefarious beasts, mind you, rather by the brutality of the rain. Which you jolly well know I love. So, yeah, joking. In fact, I hope to run into nefarious beasts — in the way… Read more
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Cyclical
It’s a good thing that it’s only the mental scars that carry over from one generation to the next, otherwise we’d all be wildly unappealing in appearance. Yet, if the external ugliness did carry over, I wonder if we would then better accept it and find beauty in each other anyway? ♪♪♪ Ohhh, life, it’s… Read more
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In Defense of Flies
It whirls its way back just far enough to pick up momentum and throw itself against the window . . . again . . . futilely smashing it’s black body into the pane. I’ll need to kill it, I know. Or maybe I’ll just try to guide it to the door and send it flying… Read more
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Dogs Thwarting Death
My shin has nearly stopped itching . . . and after only four weeks. It’s not the Edenpure‘s fault. I love that thing and it kept my dad warm when his circulation had slowed. No, it’s my fault for leaving it in the sunroom, in the path to the back door, and jaunting out there… Read more
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Curiously Pensive
Perhaps the finality of our earthly existence is not how many heartbeats or how many breaths we take, and not even the moments that take our breath away. Rather its how our brain and our heart are married to each moment. Perhaps life — how we lived, when we get to go home — is… Read more
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Soul
Brandy got embarrassed. She was our beautiful and sweet Airedale terrier. She was graceful and elegant, and she loved my dad more than life. And Brandy smiled when she was embarrassed. I remember her not quite jumping high enough to clear a low fence and occasionally stumbling when we were out hiking, and she had… Read more
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