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Category: Spring
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There are lots of activities and attractions to keep you busy when you come visit H-ville: Second-run movies and weekend swap meets at the Prairie View Drive-In.Breakfast specials at the Chik'n & Biskit.High School!McAllister's Flowers.Hanging out down by Cathedral Rocks along the Samson River.Keggers in The Woods!Hiking along Authority Ridge up to the alpine meadows.Mountain…
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Sharon's hair (admit it. you don't know her name. sharon was your babysitter.) gleams like burnished bronze as she sits in a stream of March's best light. The scene inside the café reminds you of the time you stood nose to canvas with Bierstadt's California Spring (the interplay of sun and shade always has a…
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Maybe this peace isn't completely soulless To pick up a pencil and scratch on a padis au courantI favor keys clacking and mispelled words makin' music without even tryin' I like your voice better in the Meditative Houreach breathA FlowerNo tensionNo tightropeNo walker Over turbulent water This journey has found its feet
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The last big water I bathed in was the Grand Prismatic. It was during that soak I awoke with the following knowledge: I can raise my vibration as high as my thighs. Flukes don't like hot sauce.Never trust a coyote propelled by pulleys and ropes.The key to beautiful skin is someone else's.Plaid is The Path…
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an absence of badpeace is but a quiet mindexistence exhales
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competing voicesvolatile spring sings loudestlightningchorusbridge
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April sings us to sleep with her raindrop accompaniment. All is blustery and wild outside while we dream of abundant fields. April laughs at our wistful reverie. She wonders how we could possibly think one day can serve her. One day of remembrance is a mockery. April is budding beauty kept evergreen in poetry and…
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Things that are good: not meant to be understoodThings that are bad: make us come backReturn to the turnstile with one eye on the skyThe other on the lieForget all that was taughtIt was memorized for naughtYesterday's pain and confusion become Stepping Stones and Building BlocksNow a quick look over the shoulderSignalChangeLanes
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Miracles are made out of tedium. Simple. You're welcome. One finds beauty in the verdant glade, summer's serenade, in secrets best kept locked away. Who knows one's heart better than…? Light shines in the skipped beat we never even missed. Joy is a spreadable substance. Try it. Repeat.
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The pool must be pretty on the surface. We would never come near it if we knew what it held. What hides beneath tranquility are all the dark thoughts and nightmares that seek to keep us firmly in our place. Frozen in fear. Shrunken with inactivity. A soothing reflection deceives. It is only fiction if…
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