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December Night
It is another cold December night, silent as it flies by. The dog is sleeping soundly in the bed, growling at something in her dreams. The snow still blankets the forest with soft curves over the land. The clock above me ticks. I always love the sound of a tick-tock. There’s no sleep for me…
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Giving Thanks
Giving thanks is a good thing. Many theologians believe that is humanity’s only purpose in life. Not sure where I stand on that right now because I believe God made us more than that. I do know I don’t celebrate the destruction of the Native American communities. Of course, if the Native Americans had not…
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Lightning Strike – on the loss of a relationship
Lightning Strike Strike Me Lightning, Strike me, burn me to the ground. I hear you rumble and grumble behind the cloud – over the mountain. Show your face. I am not afraid of you or death. Death would free me from heartache. A lightning strike show the tragedy playing out in my soul. What…
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Morning Errands
Morning errands seem never-ending. Today, we went towards Bryson City instead of Sylva. We stopped at the coffee shop to ask if Bryson City has a pet store. Of course, I stopped in the coffee shop to ask. I could search GPS, but people have better answers about local places. Besides, I am still training…