Just Shooting The Breeze

I’m sitting in a quaint, little coffee shop; watching hoards of people go by. The waft of freshly brewed coffee is lifting all about me, mixing easily with the various fragrances of teas from around the world, and a wide assortment of newly baked, sugary delights. It’s bitter cold outside, the snow that fell at…
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My Mother’s Love *♥*

In the silence of the early morning, of March 15, 2008, I awoke with sharp, penetrating chest pains. They were so severe I sat up in bed to try to breathe. I was sure I was having a heart attack. The pain eventually eased but I was in a fog of whiteness. I heard fluttering.…
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And They Said It Was Easy

Yesterday I posted, Artistic Freedom. Since posting it, I have done some soul searching. Throughout history, blood has bathed the battlefields of the earth, people have died at the hands of people; people have crossed oceans with weapons in hand. On June 4th, 1940, Sir Winston Churchill penned these words: We shall not flag or…
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Artistic Freedom

Imagine a world where everybody is white, everybody has blue eyes and blond hair. Imagine a world where everybody has a pair of shiny, black shoes, a pair of black pants, a white shirt and a red tie. Imagine a world where everybody drives a sickly green, Volvo, reads exactly the same book, newspaper, watches…
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Words

If a picture paints a thousand words, how many pictures will ten thousand words paint? Twenty-six letters, arranged in such a way, we can spell the words we speak. The Swedish alphabet has twenty-nine letters. In the Russian alphabet there are thirty-three and in the Chinese, there are far more. The letters we use to…
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