Tag: WIP
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Sunset Mist Memorials
At 4:20 this morning I am missing my mom and my sisters. Our family Christmas eve dinner and phone calls whisked by too fast, and our annual McNamee Girls shopping trip to the city was also over too soon. Pictures flash through my mind’s eye; Maureen with a big bag of recently discovered extra presents…
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Harmony in June
It’s a gorgeous Sunday, the last day of the Harmony Festival. Allan is thinking of going without me. He thinks sitting in front of computers like we do everyday is a bad idea this Sunday. He longs for a quality connection with friends he might only see once a year at Harmony. Celeste is dancing…
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Mutant from the Future
I sometimes wonder, are my thoughts fantasies or premonitions? Do they create reality or do I simply report from a time yet to come to an audience who has no idea we are going. Such are the reflections of a seed dreamer. Thinking poetically as I do, I am reminded that my sense of normal…
TimeIsArt 