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Midnight Writing

With my feet in the grass, the morning dew dribbling down the ankles that have carried the weight of years of burden, a sudden spin back shows me the Camelot I had created.   401 more words


In My House

There was a time when Dave was happy, a time when he felt that he had the world at his fingertips; and while he is allergic to shellfish, the world was indeed his oyster. 3,454 more words

Living Hard, Loving Hard

Message in the Wind

Ah how I’ve missed the hustle and bustle of the city. No time to stop, not even to glance, for if I do, I find myself in the gutter or nudged in a slightly varying degree from the direction I started in. 1,658 more words

Daily Zen