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The mist drifted like smoke across the meadow. The morning sun shone through it with a glow, making it’s presence known and yet it was ... more
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I wish I could go out into the sunshine and just stand there soaking in it's warmth. I wish I could feel the breeze on my face, strong ... more
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Stones and Shadows It was a day in my childhood. I was maybe 12, maybe 13. We were on vacation and we had stopped to see the indians ... more

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