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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


saluting leonard nimoy as his soul is sent to live amongst the stars

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

Leonard Nimoy

Webs That We Weave read by Melanie Lutz from Vanessa by the Sea (9 of 40)

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

Melanie Lutz

An Endless Move Over The Ocean read by Melanie Lutz from Vanessa By The Sea Reading (7 of 40)

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

Melanie Lutz

Aussie Curves - Style Inspiration

It’s been just under a week since I lasted posted and I feel like I amĀ letting myself down; I have so many ideas for posts at the moment, but I’ve been too busy/stressed/depressed to be bothered with anything. 347 more words


Appoggiatura and Logorrhea No. 3, Autobiographical

. . . 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