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My Road

life is pulling me down a road I don’t know or do I if it is the same road as before I believe I missed my turn or if it is a new road I’m too weary to tell is that the wind no it is the sound of my […]

The Season is Changing

I thought I’d write about sea gulls because I had nothing to say. But I know nothing about sea gulls. How about the wind? So, I looked out my window. The branches were blowing back and forth in the cooling desert air. Like me. I speak; no one hears. I […]