what kind of times are these
Dec 16, 2024

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Edzell
Dec 16, 2024

We were stationed at a remote abandoned RAF Base in Edzell, Scotland. It was called RAF Edzell. It was a Naval Communications Station. That is the U.S. Navy. "Hey sailor, that thing you're looking at that I am beating on…

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What time is it?
Dec 16, 2024

Melody sits on the edge of the bay on the large rock that pokes up taller than those around it. The size of an upended VW Bug, time has worn steps into its land-facing side. Lichen had covered the steps…

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What Kind of Times Are These
Dec 16, 2024

What kind of times are these when yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang/upon these boughs, which shake against the cold.--Oh no, that’s Shakespeare (who haunts me)describing me, in the mornings now, not shaking but limping in pain, a…

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The wings of the monarchy
Dec 16, 2024

the people are up in arms, no one knows what the queen will do, or, more accurately, her advisor, the beating wings of this monarchy these last months. the world doesn't stay saved. It won't be easy, but we have…

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Dec 14, 2024

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Encounter (12)
Dec 13, 2024

I could not sleep or even rest and I did something I rarely did, I woke Keith by gently shaking his shoulder. He started to turn over and go back to sleep, assuming I would tell him that he was…

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What takes your heart
Dec 13, 2024

When I was 23, I followed Gwen from civilized Massachusetts to a remote cattle ranching area in the high cold sagebrush desert of northern Nevada, where she taught me to ride horses and make films, showing me that life could…

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No much to give
Dec 13, 2024

Raindrops as big as wine gobblets broke on Sam's shoulders and balding head as he watches Vicki's car's taillights fade into the forested darkness. The car rounds a curve and is gone leaving Sam in a vast old-growth forest. "Sam…

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What takes all your heart
Dec 13, 2024

Danae watched Maeve out of the small cottage window. Watched her bend to the chores, shoo a nipping sheep away from her shirttail flapping in the stiff breeze off the Irish sea. Even though it was almost summer, Danae's "blood…

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Dover III
Dec 13, 2024

We got settled into my car and headed for London. Jean Pierre didn't have to be in Oxford for five days but he had a buddy doing a similar program who was staying with a family in London. That was…

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Texture,Memories
Dec 13, 2024

I’m going through a closet of clothing. It’s my closet. I am a woman of 76. There is a mirror to look at myself in. I don’t look. I take a garment off the hangar. My wedding dress from my…

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