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A DOGS LIFE

Some of you can see Julie’s BFF, best female friend Kylie sitting with the rest of Julie’s family. Kylie is the one standing on four paws, her last Boxer on this earth. There have been a lot of doctor visits … Continue reading

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SEASONS OF MANKIND

Spring, when young men’s fancy turns to what they fancied in summer, winter and fall. when young maidens divert youths awkward attentions with hardly any effort at all. when old men feel early warmth begin in sunny outside air and … Continue reading

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SOLITUDE

 SOLITUDE The whispering melody flowed from his fingers, his keyboard answering his command, painting pictures in my mind — of seclusion. A lone first leaf of autumn fluttered down, the leaf a forerunner of those to follow still reflecting their … Continue reading

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NATURE’S GALLERY

On a sun-drenched June day, the Oregon valley sports a hundred shades of green among its grasses, crops and trees, fields of mint and lavender competing to be more beautiful than the next in depth of color. Low on the … Continue reading

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REMINISCENCE

It’s so hard to be happy, someone wisely said, when you refuse to let go of the things that make you sad. So I choose instead to focus on the things that make me glad. I’m glad to be warm … Continue reading

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SUMMERTIME

SUMMERTIME Summer A time for memories to be born Small boys learn that summer’s time stretches endlessly. Young girls dream of tiara’s and flounced dresses. There’s picnics, fishing, fireworks, poolside lounging, and young love wakens to the magic in brushed … Continue reading

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A LOVE LIFE

When I was young in early teens face with acne, ragged jeans, shunned by girls, my awkward stutter, young male thoughts I dared not utter, avoided female eyes, their shoulders bare. Then I see her—perhaps we’d be a pair? We … Continue reading

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