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Shadow’s Last Sigh
Her gold awakens, thinning indigo’s grasp, while a lone tree holds the night’s last secrets…
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Hushed Reflections
Her silver water holds the sky in quiet hands, where broken trees rise like soft-spoken prayers…
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The Spirit of 1776
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite? Well, this is a tough one since I love Christmas, too; however, there’s nothing more fun than celebrating the birth of our Republic by…
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Between Worlds
The sky fell down to meet the deep, where silver clouds and willows sleep; she leans across the water in quiet grace, her green whispers tracing a mirrored face… Since this photo is a…
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Bongo’s Last Stand
Everything tells a story… even a simple beer bong has a tale to tell…. While Bongo the beer bong was a beloved fellow, his short tale would end in tragedy. It was during this…
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Heaven’s Threshold
Gray yields to an amber blaze, a golden fracture in the haze. It is not light alone we see, but a fleeting glimpse of Majesty…
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Her Golden Wait
The golden reach of an April sunset slants low across the yielding grass, tracing her silvered bark and brittle lace before the winter’s shadows pass…
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From Whiz Wheels to Wi-Fi
How has technology changed your job? I’ve worked in aviation since I was 16, and now that I’m in my mid-50s… well, let’s just say the technology has changed almost as much as the…
Crock’s Thoughts 