Waking Moment
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Today I felt it. Today it hit me. Today I realized by a few signs—a look—a look that triggered my...
Today I felt it. Today it hit me. Today I realized by a few signs—a look—a look that triggered my...
Lynn, Lindsay and I went to play golf at Inverness (Toledo, not Scotland). Lindsay was, like she currently is, nine...
The warm nights of August spoke in throbbing tones of locusts and muted train whistles. On those nights, I would...
The purest days of contentment were those spent in the bright warmth of the sun and contrasting cool bliss of...
I took them in my hands and added them to the pile in the napthalened atmosphere of patient tension and...