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Lost in Paragraphs
What activities do you lose yourself in? There’s a strange thing that happens when I start writing. I sit down at the keyboard with a simple plan. You know… maybe write a few paragraphs……
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Doorway to Yesterday
Her weathered skin of fading white still guards the secrets of the light. A hollow chest where memories sleep, and ivy-tangled promises keep; she holds her breath in shadow-gray, a doorway to a yesterday…
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Gone With the Wind Barb
Sooo… you pull up a weather chart, feeling very professional aviator like, very in-the-know, and then you see it. Yeah, that chaotic mess of lines and feathers that kinda looks like a porcupine fell…
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Twilight’s Touch
Her slender limbs reach, holding the sun’s scarlet blush, night’s first quiet touch…
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Season’s Bend
She curves through winter’s bare wood, toward sunlight and hidden green; where February stubbornly stood, spring waits just past the scene…
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Winter’s Surrender
She drifts through clouds in rolling silk, to tease the Old Man’s frozen heart; her sunset breath, like honeyed milk, tears his silvered world apart. Upon the lake, her pearly glow seduces ice to…
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Gentle Charm
Where the road bends soft and slow, she stands in the afternoon glow. Worn with gentle hometown charm, quiet days in her wooden calm…
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The Wheels on the Bus… Go Nowhere Fast!
So, there I was… five minutes behind schedule, coffee already lukewarm, and then I see it! The flashing red lights! The dreaded stop sign arm extending like a mechanical gatekeeper, and suddenly my commute…
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Forest’s Fading Light
Deep in the forest, void of sight, a fragile branch holds fading light. Its final leaves in amber glow, catch golden whispers drifting low…
Crock’s Thoughts 