Tuesday, October 21, 2014. The Columbus Day Storm of 1962. Herald of a storm moving in tonight. I was only four, but I remember the sky overhead bubbling. Like a pot of stew. The clouds were an odd yellowish green color, and the trees swished with a peculiar swinging motion. Then Mom whisked my baby sister, little brother and me, with Zat the Canary. We crawled out the b.

Sunday, August 8, 2010. Filling up with the silence. Wednesday, August 4, 2010. Silver Sky in a Cooking Bowl. In this world will still. Down past the silver sky. Until warmed in the oven. Two days ago, you told me. To read to the flowers. Yesterday, you said,.

There is so much more to this, but I hope you will get it from my writings and my stories as they flow from me to you. There is so much more than a name. There is so much more than an age. There is so much more than what you see. There is so much more beyond me. Friday, January 13, 2012. I had previously scheduled a check up with our doctor before we left so that was on the slate when we returned home. Mine was to check and make sure I had good circilulation in my leg. I begin to get sicker and sicker no.

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I am the dream, you are the dreamer. Monday, July 1, 2013. Whilst the ducks carry on outside -. In its resplendent youth -. And swift flourish of it -. Now as we sit awhile. Wednesday, May 22, 2013. To the edge of it. To the end of it. Friday, October 21, 2011. Slowly weeping winds of knowing. Saturday, October 1, 2011. By a tree with a spoon. As tears fall like honey.