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What We Will or Will Not Be
We will not be content existing like the groundhog, burrowing beneath the beauty, hibernating throughout the winters. But like the golden eagle, we will mount up and nest on the cliffs above waterfalls and grasslands, harbingers of the heights, traveling through the...
Through the Tall Wooden Door
Through the tall wooden door she leaves one realm and enters another, turning the nob, stepping into dawn’s light, streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers. The sun hovers above horizon, a mirage, holy light, appears with early morning dog walkers. Icicles break free...
On Saving Stories
This is the last birthday we all had with Pops. His own pops made it to 62, and his mother and brother to 80. He was sure he wouldn’t make it past the mark of his 8th decade, but he kept going and going seven more years. It was a miracle. I do believe all our days...