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She, A Raven Haired Beauty
The Raven Haired Beauty stands in her country kitchen sipping coffee. The morning sun streaming through the windows and the back door. She can feel a slight breeze filter in through the screen door....
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Sunrise, Coffee, and Sanctuary
With each sunrise we start anew Vanessa sits on her porch in the stillness of the morning. She sees the sun coming up through the maple tree in the back yard. Her coffee is next to her. Filled to the...
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The Juice of a Ripe Peach and Sunrise
It’s funny how even the simple act of eating a juicy peach makes her think of him. Each time she bites into the flesh, the juices release, travel from her fingers and down her arm. She licks the...
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To Smile is to Awaken
I just like to smile, smiling’s my favorite-Buddy the Elf (I included a photo of Judy Garland because of the music link at the end) This morning I was heading down South University Avenue to grab a...
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Fancy a Brew?
Thank you my dear friend The Reclining Gentleman for the tag. I love coffee. It is a necessary evil in my life. It works to keep me focused because of ADHD. If I didn’t drink it, I’d be even more...
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Insignificance
This is not going to be a Debbie Downer post. It isn’t. I disconnected this weekend. I stayed away from Facebook. Steered clear of WordPress too. Until Sunday when RG and I put the finishing touches on...
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Friday Fictioneers-Freedom in the Forest
Copyright-John Dixon I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.-John Burroughs I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order. ‘There is...
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Friday Fictioneers-Peace and Fireflies
Dawn was Dylan’s hangover, for she treasured the dark. In the mornings, she missed the crackling of embers from a bonfire, sparklers lit just for fun, and the catching of fireflies in a Mason jar. In...
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You Kissed Me Once
copyright-Ken Bonham You kissed me once, while seated on a bench in Central Park, our gloved hands held steaming cups of coffee. My booted foot toed a long dead seed pod, and its remnants scattered on...
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