warmth of summer morning
what awaits
dawn and sunset
pass in time
passing time
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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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2017
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June
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- Morning 6/30/17
- Morning 6/29/17
- Morning Circle
- God in the Present
- Morning 6/27/17
- An Honest Man
- Morning 6/26/17
- Morning 6/25/17
- Awake
- Morning 6/21/17
- Journey Home
- Morning 6/20/17
- Waking & Walking
- Hey, Fred
- Morning 6/16/17
- Morning 6/15/17
- Morning 6/14/17
- Morning 6/13/17
- thoughts of a day
- baptized by salt water
- Brief Eternity
- Reveal
- Morning 6/10/17
- What I Told Myself Today
- together at dawn morning warmth embraces me touch ...
- Progress, My Dear
- A better world starts with you. A better world sta...
- Change and Fear
- Self Motivation for Today
- If I fall in love will it be this way forever?
- Hold These Together
- Morning 6/3/17
- Morning 6/2/17
- Movements
- Questions
- Morning 6/1/17
- The View
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June
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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