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Of Time and An Oak Tree
“Why are you sitting inside the shade of a grand old oak tree?” “Feels good. I have time these days for feeling good.” “What are you thinking about?” “I was resting, not thinking; but since you ask...
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Solitude and Sunshine
The serenity of solitude and sunshine takes me away from writing here these days, that and the fatigue that follows a few hours’ worth of penning Frank Shaver’s story. Sometimes I sacrifice a few...
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Dear Young Companion, Dear Old Friend, Part I
Dear Young Companion, I watched you last night. Lying there on your antique couch, the one with the maroon brocaded upholstery and the wide-winged arms, one of which you use each day as an...
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Blue-Gray Days
Down to the Olde Port Market Written November 2009 I moved to this town many years ago, because the blue fog combined itself with the false impression of infinity that an ocean can provide if only an...
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World of Wonders
Those of you who have been reading me, here and elsewhere, for any length of time, know that I battle my tendency to sink low when something happens in my life that leaves me feeling lost and alone,...
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