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One day I came upon a lake and threw a stone into the water. I watched the stone drop and concentric circles spread out from it. Though it sank, it was centered, and the circles were only the mist of sadness and despair drifting away. The depth of the water breathed life into it and a rock soon formed. It held within it strength, security, and trust. Maybejust maybe, the water will rem.

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I Like Your Shoes! Royce Goes For A Walk. Off the wall and on the trail. Not as annoying as the mosquitos but none the less still very much annoying to find them in everything. Just as the ants were starting to leave us alone in the morning, we then got swarmed by a gathering of black flies that loved to bite it turns out! Needless to say that in the morning we were quite determined to leave camp ASAP! Then threw a hard boiled egg in front of me and told me to Eat! .

Random Ramblings and Moments in Time. Now and Then, I Wonder. Have you ever marveled at how things have changed, over the years? I have. I have a phone, but it seldom rings. More often than not, I communicate with others through e-mail or texts.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Props herself on one elbow. Pulls herself from the bed. She carefully bends the blind. And peers into the dark. There by the street light. Cursing at a long barrelled rifle. He is struggling to seat. In the middle of the night. She lifts the blind higher.