M-W this week I’ve been using my new coloring book and new, softer pencils (orange here was with the gel pen). Wondering if anyone notices a difference? BONUS PICS: I went out to lunch near our old building with a former co-worker in a diner made from 2 shipping containers with a small addition in…
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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, 8/21/19, love ultimate and dVerse OLN
Ultimate Love (Dutch website; photo © unknown) For My Sons I’d give my life for you without a thought; live on — sometimes think of me. You Make Me Sparkle Experiencing your laugh lights every fiber of me, like fireworks. A Prayer Knowing your grace keeps me human. Feeling loved, I beam it back to…
Home on the Range
Rye was a cowboy who had followed in the footsteps of his father and his father before him. The cowboy way of life seemed to be fading for society, but not for Rye. Cattle drives had been replaced by *CAFOs, where the cows lived and died in long buildings, never being given a chance to…
“Blow Away,” by George Harrison
I watched the last half hour of the Scorcese documentary, “Living in the Material World,” last night. It was extremely tough to get through it, especially hearing Olivia talking about the attack by the maniac. Seeing Ringo cry was also tough to take. I admire Olivia and can see where George could draw strength from…
Twittering Tales #150 – 20 August 2019 — The Twilight Zone S4E6
Photo by Felipe Ribeiro at Pexels.com Rod had dreamed every detail of the lunar station and spared no expense in making it come to life. It had to look streamlined and metallic; had to be shadowy/noir for the mood. Most important the light outside had to be bright, as if it was a long way…
It’s Showtime! (mature audiences only)
image link You know those nights you find yourself in the middle of a dream that you can’t wake up from and have no control over? I found myself in one and it is by the grace of God that my story is reaching your eyes. I was with my friends, Irma and Myra, walking…
dVerse — Prosery #3 — Juvie
Lying supine in the back of the ambulance, Marga smiled as she approached her region’s Rejuvenation Center. Juvie, as it was affectionately called, had been the final destination for most for almost 100 years now. Rolled out on the gurney with her entourage of IV tubes and bottles, Marga caught a glimpse of sky for…
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