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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…
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Beyond the Cannon’s Breath
In golden light of evening blaze, the old sentry meets our gaze. From cannon’s breath and bitter fray, to Pataskala’s peaceful quiet way. He catches fire in the evening sun, a soldier’s watch that’s…
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Parachutes of Hope
The roar of the four Pratt & Whitney engines was a deafening, metallic scream that clawed through the cockpit of the C-54 Skymaster. A relentless vibration that served as a constant reminder of the…
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Before the Snow
Her path of gold, a sunlit floor, of autumn days that came before. I walk these woods of rust and light, before the winter turns the morning white…
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RIP Kerplunk
Sooo… I have some tragic news. A part of my childhood from the 70s and 80s has died… or at least, it’s being permanently removed from the freezer section. Coca-Cola has officially announced that…
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Echoes of Autumn Light
I watch the drifts through frozen glass, and miss her light on autumn grass. In November’s gold, she used to glow, a cool, crisp breath before the snow. Now winter reigns in silent white,…
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Stitched in Shadows
She greets the day in December’s brittle gleam, old boards aglow in morning’s quiet beam. Tree shadows lace her sides in ashen gray, while winter-bleached grass waits where autumn slipped away…
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Order, Chaos, and the Bathroom in Between
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done. Sooo… a pesky bathroom remodel has officially graduated from a to-do list item to a full-blown haunting. It just sits there… silently judging me. No…
Crock’s Thoughts 