renewal and birth
Have you ever wondered
what words are being sung
by the birds in the trees
outside your window?
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2015
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September
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- Peace In The Valley
- Harbor Light
- On Happiness
- A Question for Morning
- Half Dream
- Sedoka #1
- summer flowers bloom when will fall winds come to ...
- Amphora
- File Away For Future Use
- wake and see wake and breathe wake and be in balan...
- Non / Work
- Learning
- There is no shame in failure, only in failing to a...
- Life Support
- Let's build a new life upon these broken bones.
- The Journey Begins in the Morning
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September
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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