If I could justwhisper in your earI would tell you that it’sokand we’re all going to bealrightIf I could just ease your worried mindor rub your furrowedbrow(on second thought, noI wouldn’t like that either)If I could just turn down the…
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Where do you suppose we would beif we were not constantly blasting the stories of the daynews cycle upon news cycle uponnewscycleAre we so better informedor merely so much better misinformeddo you think that you would be missingsomethingif you did…
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Things that niggle,looks like the shutter is stuck openleaving things over-exposedtoo bright, devoid of much clear colourpityjust as the sun begins again to shinejust as the greens may at last bereturning to the stagemy camera is tiredand it would appearquite…
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Well, what to do when my camera has encountered some kind ofproblem and now seems unwillingto snap a few pictureshow can I possibly tell youabout the sunas it shines late in the afternoonon to things in my gardenhow can I…
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Thoughts on gratitude,when you begin to practice gratitudeevery daythen every day gratitudefindsyou here then a few things I amgrateful for this week I did something a bitbrave, but something just for methat now will stay withmeand it has me feeling…
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Do you ever wonder if there may be a better wayto say I love youin something less familiaror some way you’ve never heardthat suddenly catches you off guardmakes you stop in your tracks for a minuteto reallylisten do you ever…
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In the grocery store linehe says,hey.. I’m the one who reminded you to get your dark chocolate Oreos, so… that’s your valentines dayand I say to him… Ah romance! Today you’ve been toldis the day for lovein the case that…
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Once again I have finished a really good book, a deeply riveting memoir of a life greatly rooted in lies and deceit, of families and the far reaching rippling after effects of choices.I have devoured it and it in turn…
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Again we find ourselves surrounded on all sidesby the great weight of lossa few days ago a dear heart from high school daysstill young enough for us to feel as if it was only yesterday,passes away in the nightthis morning…
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This morning my hand feels as if it’s being twistedpainfully against its willits been overworkeda day off, I am sunk into my chair of comfortreading about the brainand how it workswhile across from me he goes from paperto book, to…
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