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When I am old, I believe I will hibernate until spring thaws our land. I will peek out my window and see the crystals forming in the air, then snuggle back, under my downy quilts, with a book, hot tea, and a warm fireplace. My friends will come to call and try to cajole me…
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Lately, I have been spending a great deal of time writing, some words you see here on both of my on-line journals, others just set quietly in my computer, maybe hoping that they see the light of day, or peacefully nestled against each other resting, meditating. Words are lovely, they brush against us gleefully, sparkling,…
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We have a marvelous friend, Des. (Some of you call her Peachy) Des is a dastardly pirate, Des is a rooten-tooten cowgirl, Des is a gentle spirit, and Des is a strong, strong woman. Des lives in Oklahoma, in a comfortable home filled with old west memorabilia, piratey plunder, pictures of her many friends, mementos…
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My friend Zau is from Angola, born there during a war-torn period. My understanding is that he grew up in a pretty normal environment, had a loving father and mother, siblings, cousins; a complete life. His normalcy changed at the age of 12. At that age he was removed from his home and impressed into…
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Tilly Evan Jones 