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It is a late summer afternoon, we are laying on our backs on a warm grassy lawn. For a while we have our eyes closed, listening to the soft sounds of leaves rustling in the breeze, a bit of grass heads clicking against one another. A bird song sings across the breeze, answered; from the…
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Early this morning, I lay in bed and pretended it was spring. Listening to the early morning sounds; J.T. grinding coffee beans, Parker the dog rattling his collar; excited,awake, fed, and happy, Melody heading off to work and school, I felt content, warm, not at all ready to face the reality of no sun and…
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Once upon a time in a small Hamlet, there came to live a magical gypsy woman, my friend Mara. She brought light and joy and adventure into my life. I met Mara when she moved into the same small town I used to live in. Actually she, with her partner, Rob purchased the old harness…
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I do not like being sick it’s true, sick equals funk, makes me blue. My mind starts to rhyme I think that’s a crime. I got nothing else…
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Tilly Evan Jones 