Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Nature
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The way we came into the world: barefoot and wailing. Screaming is useful for relieving stress. Shoelessness, our natural state. Oh, but how I miss my young, supple feet! Squeezed and jacked-up over a span of years, each foot conformed to a code which ended up cracking skin and the occasional man-made heel. It was…
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The best ideas come to you when resting in the shade of an apple tree. The future is on hold as you look up to count the reds, and yellows, and greens hanging off heavy limbs. A cloud of sweetness lures the birds and worms to your tiny corner of the orchard. The future is…
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Lynn looked high and low for her identity. She remembered having it when she talked to the nice man at the bank. Lynn stayed up late the night before polishing the persona she knew would snag her a loan. The money would set her up with a truck and tools so she could pull other…
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Memories made in the month of August are filed away for a winter's day. Heat pricking the backs of my legs will be sorely missed when the chill wind attempts to carve its mark in my flesh. Animals will have gone to ground, or curled up next to a fireplace blaze. All of them dreaming…
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The sentiment can't be manufactured. It may be analyzed, scrutinized, and turned into a greeting card platitude, but the wholeness one feels when we're in harmony with the universe is elemental. As natural as two long chains in our DNA, completeness of being happens while breathing. Ponder too long over perfection, and the point of…
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Sarah saw herself as dweller of the swift water and green glen. She studied mood and atmosphere from the moss covered trees. They filtered light; letting it drape, silky and shimmering, across rock and buttercup. She yearned to learn the trees' secret for spinning gold. Sarah needed many threads to elevate her status. The sky,…
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Zoë knew there was no place like home. Its foundation was built with love, and each story was dedicated to the protection and safety of this generation, and the next. Tucked back in the foothills of a forgotten forest, security cameras keeping an eye on the wildlife, there was no threat that could get past…
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I don't like the saying, "Safe as houses." Houses hide secrets in crawlspaces. They creak, and moan, and demand a ransom before they'll leave me alone. They shift on their foundations, too. Pieces big and small blow off in windstorms, or blow up when I plug in the back up freezer in the garage. Houses…
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Just turn it off. There is no reason to look. There is no reward in outlasting the masses by standing outside in the rain all day. I don’t speak of it, won’t speak of it. There is no incentive I can give that would make you pound down the will of those caught in your…
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It wasn't the daring act of crossing the globe that troubled Frederick. He needed to leave behind the fractured allegiance and hollow sympathy of his family. They didn't like his artist's heart; he didn't understand their dispassionate love. An ocean divided the generations that sat around the old oak table. No, what brought disquiet upon…
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