Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Nature
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Today Tad and I tossed a handful of words into the wind. Thunder clapped at the creative arrangement. A gust buffeted tense and intent, but sense saved the wistful list from being drenched in sentiment. Out of the gray sky floated one meaningful sentence which settled on the surface of a puddle: say what…
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The surface shines but reveals nothing. The internal world churns out the base substances that form the inconstant heart, the slippery ego, the bitter impulse to destroy. Properties mined from the depths of instinct bear greater weight than the thin layer of illusion which keeps the apparatus in check.
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Leaves didn't float to earth in an autumnal freefall, or were eaten by caterpillars, or whacked with a hatchet. Young leaves hit the deck in pale green tenderness because the sky threw a tantrum. In the after-winter hour, the sky was jealous of everything it looked upon. Atmosphere must never be ignored. Clouds tossed aside…
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Only one way to findWhere you belong inThe ecosystemJump inThe water's mineMake a splashBe the root and the tributaryDam up the surge of laggardsThe current belief willDrown in consequenceThe tide willDredge up providenceLittle in the way of politenessCan dull the edge of spite
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Sandy, covered in mollusk mucous, smelling of the low tide. Treasure! Vital is the grit, the tang, the salt sea mist on taffy-pulled lips. Slap and slurp of the flip flop lost in the tide pool. Slime trails anoint mementos that come home in pockets and glove boxes. Display found objects in a…
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The day was perfect. The sun broke through the cloud cover and evaporated morning's sour mood. Birds cooed and trilled as they collected building materials for their nurseries. Peace settled over the valley in time for the midday meal. Nature glowed in its best light, but the shadow passed over Caleb's heart as he made…
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Warmth has moved in after March decided lightning and ice was a nice calling card. The yard is struggling to find a foothold between seasons as early bud and leaf suffered a flash freeze. Today the sun shines as I clear a spot to inspect wilted rose bushes the color of rust. Stunned and stunted,…
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Level-headed dread. Rubbing the matchstick house wrong and coming up overdone and out of favor. Every decade has its pets. Burned out and numb from heel to skull. It is the sort of heat that extinguishes what it distinguishes to be a bright idea. All that is left is a smoldering desk which threatens to…
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Standing in the midst of magic. White buds and pink fog are a delicious mix on which the wise ones feed. To learn the difference between craft and trickery is why we gather in this field. Breathe in the innocence of pear blossoms. Venture into the timeless mist that captures the essence of everything it…
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Annabelle and Charlotte let drop many vital threads which led to their true identity. For all outward appearances, they were identical. For those who kept watch over disturbances in quiet country villages, they personified the end of time. The folly of either girl could extinguish the light of every star in the sky. Only half…
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