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Days getting shorter and the nights longer, there’s snow deeper, air crisper, floors colder, pressure to buy gifts, light the house to cheer… yep, means Christmas has come surly this year. Hearing that yuletide soundtrack blaring in the car, the … Continue reading
To an atheist morals are a wind-blown whim. For me they’re a right.
there is no l in eggnog no n in lego but all the others are shared and rid of the l and n (and duplicates) we’re left with only an ego intact mere coincidence? i think not consider: it is … Continue reading
Julie sits on the chalkboard black rock each day, the one back from the old dock behind the salty nets hanging and by the rotted planks no one wants to fix, and most days catches a glimpse through the many … Continue reading
Is being a good example necessarily serious? I hope not. There’s a lot to be said for the funny relative I certainly always liked the funny Aunt or Uncle Gramps or Gran But will they age well? That’s one of … Continue reading
You’ve got to breathe your own air, at times, to crowd cope. Or thoughts are so squeezed.
Priests, morals extending, busily wait sore souls sole. Dark nights will bring them.