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Sunsets and Memories

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.” ― Richard Paul Evans, The Gift Sunsets, like empires and memories of love long ago, fade slow; first brilliant, then warm, and... Continue Reading →

Heroes of Annihilated Empires

That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. ― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept He sat silent at the table, his coffee hot and bitter.  He... Continue Reading →

LITTLE CREEK

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. ― Paulo Coelho Love is... Continue Reading →

A Faded Rose

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. ― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli's Mandolin In a follow on to my side trip into... Continue Reading →

A Walk With Eternity

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious... Continue Reading →

Things Unseen

“In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of faëry lands forlorn, where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart's Desire. And she was richer in... Continue Reading →

Castle Walls

CASTLE WALLS “Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.” ― Joseph Campbell   Juron felt safe in his castle. He was of noble stock, the ruler of his domain - a... Continue Reading →

Upon Realizing I’m Old

ALBERT “Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.” ― Groucho Marx   Albert was eighty-eight years old today. He planned dinner with the boys to celebrate. Eighty-eight... Continue Reading →

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