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She lifted her feet as he suggested but kept tripping on roots. The trees filled with migrating warblers. The sky so blue.
8:00 PM Dec 8th
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She wondered why it took so much paper to set her words afire.
8:41 PM Dec 6th
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She wore a mask and hid her wounded child so well that even her mother failed to find her.
6:40 PM Dec 6th
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The lake has resumed her smoking. Says she'll quit next May. Superior
7:16 AM Dec 5th
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Reading Lincoln's life. He misread signs, made mistakes,. learned from them, remained courteous and well-spoken throughout.
3:23 PM Dec 3rd
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RT @: sing / with your back / to the stones / vibrations inside / the tomb
5:08 PM Nov 24th
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RT @: Gray morning with raven: that gutteral, wild cry so inadequately rendered in birders' onomatopoeia as "Bonk, bonk."
5:08 PM Nov 24th
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When snow buntings rise as a flock, they dance like white ribbons in the wind
5:04 PM Nov 24th
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Verona and Juliet's Breast
1:28 PM Nov 19th
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Laughing the dance
1:20 PM Nov 19th
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He came, ascended the roof, and returned our satellite reception. Now he worries about broadband.
12:50 PM Nov 19th
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I can trip on air, yet the Spirit dared me to dance at Mass, and I did!
9:10 AM Nov 9th
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I can no longer justify the giant bag of mini-snickers. In 10 years only 1 ghoul and 1 goblin.
5:30 PM Oct 31st
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Better than fingerprints, rain and mud mark your presence.
5:18 PM Oct 31st
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RT @: "I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.” – Truman Capote
7:32 AM Oct 30th
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RT @: It was a matter of time before she shattered. Shards of glass and exposed filaments replaced her warm glow.
7:09 AM Oct 30th
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Rain sings to a rhythm all its own. We listen but cannot compose.
6:29 AM Oct 30th
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An eagle floated on the wind this morning, its legs dropping occasionally as if for prey or perch. Superior
4:00 PM Oct 25th
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RT @: We sit...& eat of the sunlight, as if that were not a miracle. We chew the soil,bite into the rain. Each nibble,a taste of sky
7:50 PM Oct 13th
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On my seventieth, the wind could not dislodge the snow that the sun would later melt.
7:44 PM Oct 13th
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- Name Beryl S. Bissell
- Location North Shore of Lake Superior
- Web http://www.beryls...
- Bio Author of The Scent of God, columnist, freelance writer and contemplative
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