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 I Wondered Around (Feb. 17, 2014) |
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10th xup8
Irish Soup
6/25/14
Happy birthday son, I love you.
Notes - Poems - Short Stories - Artwork - Rambling
Aunt Alice passed away at 2:58 A.M. on Tuesday 17 June. You are always in my thought.
There is a black moon tonight among burnt out stars/ I am surrounded by darkness / the days are long here / the black nights even longer / It seems I am always waiting / for the next dawn.
No matter how much time I spend reading books or following my intuition, I'm gonna screw it up fifty times.
A short story is a one-night stand you'll still be in love with 50 years later, perfect.
There are two things I can count on, my fingers and my toes.
I talked to Teddy the other evening - his voice sounded so much like James.
I'm having a hard time painting - it has been so hot the water is drying out on the wiping plate before I can put it on the canvas. :)
Every child is an artist. To remain an artist once we grow up we must find the child in us.
I'm only working 2 days a week here right now - you would think I was getting more done. I walk 5 or 6 miles in the morning and play dominos until noon. I try to read some in the afternoon - draw & paint - I do very little in the evening right now except sweat if I get off my bed away from the fan - it's still hot this morning :)
I'm sitting here watching the dawn break over the castle on the hill - the sun has not yet arrived - the night has all but gone - and I can still see you watching me through the little window.
Thank you Ginny for keeping me informed about your great mam - May you find happiness in your fruitions
Nostalgic memories make us feel more connected to other people - lifting self esteem - heightening optimism.
I was going to tell a joke about prison, but na.
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