It is annoying to find yourself awake at odd hours when you know you have a full day waiting, which by the way, comes with the expectation that you show up with an ability to think and participate with others. There should be no mystery involved when it comes to getting to sleep and staying […]
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On a warm, sunny spring day when I was maybe 7 years old my Dad took me fishing. He took me fishing once, and only once. The fish were running so thick on the Potomac River you could just about scoop them out of the water with a net if you wanted. We loaded up […]
Breathing the same air Telling the same sky, “Good morning.” You were here so many sunrises ago I saw you clearly then Breathing The shadows of our memory Touch gently What only we both knew Passing vision of our history Fond recollection leaves The world our world is full Art is the offspring Open ever […]
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