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moving
It is now drawing down to the last few hours. I will soon be completely gone. There's a bit of sadness at leaving a place I really love for one I am not so sure of. Tonight will be last one I sleep here in the 20 acre woods as I have come to refer …
A bit of fiction for today…
The blond woman is sitting in her favorite chair. The fingers of each hand are pressed against each other and she flexes them simultaneously as if she is experimenting with their movement. She is looking forward past the other woman in front of her. She has no answer for the question. The other women decides …
the singer with tears in your eyes
The singer with tears in your eyes. Sometimes you fall, sometimes you fly Tonight you cry. The singer with tears in your eyes. Reminiscing about stolen guitars but still, you sing. Your pain is tearing at my own heartstrings. Not even the microphone can hide the anguish. The tools of a songwriter's trade...a cherished legacy …
Moving on
It's only been a few weeks but I today feel as though it were a lifetime ago. I find myself wondering what she is doing and if she has started "seeing" the other woman. As much as one can see a married woman. Last night, I made my first few baby steps. I bought a …
Dixie's Road Trip 