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A middle-aged native of my planet.still truckin on. I believe in self-responsible freedom.Honour, Respect, Humility and Love. Live to write.write to live! View my complete profile. Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Piece of my heart,. Id dare to go,. There you were,. In a blue note,. Hear it in layers,. Saturday, October 27, 2012. Artist Susan Seddon Boulet. In whatever way, yes.but we always. Have our right minds too. Everything is Everything, after all,. And the next, before anything might, or might not be.

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Saturday, July 11, 2015. You Cannot Justify the Confederate Flag Flying on Public Property;. But maybe in your own yard. This year has been eye opening for an old Pacific NW white woman. Police brutality, a church massacre, church burnings, and the revelation that the Confederate flag still flies on public property, not only in the South, but right here in Western Washington! Gone with the Wind.

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A middle-aged native of my planet.still truckin on. I believe in self-responsible freedom.Honour, Respect, Humility and Love. Live to write.write to live! View my complete profile. Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Piece of my heart,. Id dare to go,. There you were,. In a blue note,. Hear it in layers,. Saturday, October 27, 2012. Artist Susan Seddon Boulet. In whatever way, yes.but we always. Have our right minds too. Everything is Everything, after all,. And the next, before anything might, or might not be.

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