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With distance of time ,what had looked white turned gray by growing years our wading in knee-deep muddy rain waters in the streets along white walls missing in places ,the men who tucked white lungis in the waists,the coins that felt round to fingers in pockets, the rivers dancing round heads of mountains.Strange birds sang in the sky deaths of lives. 25 more words
Leonard Nimoy has been in my life long before I knew who he was. I remember being in elementary school and teaching myself to do the Vulcan salute. 834 more words
The interconnecting webs of destiny between this world and the other as I come to terms with the vision of the world filled with Love I am choosing to entertain. 40 more words
The Ocean as the Unconscious developing the relationship with the massive Pacific ocean.
No matter what the question love always remains the answer. Vanessa by the Sea: A Client. 24 more words
. . . About a mile beyond the trailhead I abruptly stopped. The songs of birds that had provided a soundtrack to the forest were gone. 584 more words