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  1. She lifted her feet as he suggested but kept tripping on roots. The trees filled with migrating warblers. The sky so blue.
  2. She wondered why it took so much paper to set her words afire.
  3. She wore a mask and hid her wounded child so well that even her mother failed to find her.
  4. The lake has resumed her smoking. Says she'll quit next May. #Lake Superior
  5. Reading Lincoln's life. He misread signs, made mistakes,. learned from them, remained courteous and well-spoken throughout.
  6. RT @morganabag: sing / with your back / to the stones / vibrations inside / the tomb #tanka #Egypt
  7. RT @Morning_Porch: Gray morning with raven: that gutteral, wild cry so inadequately rendered in birders' onomatopoeia as "Bonk, bonk."
  8. When snow buntings rise as a flock, they dance like white ribbons in the wind
  9. Verona and Juliet's Breast http://tinyurl.com/y8kgjeu
  10. Laughing the dance http://tinyurl.com/yb9azvs
  11. He came, ascended the roof, and returned our satellite reception. Now he worries about broadband.
  12. I can trip on air, yet the Spirit dared me to dance at Mass, and I did!
  13. I can no longer justify the giant bag of mini-snickers. In 10 years only 1 ghoul and 1 goblin. #HappyHalloween
  14. Better than fingerprints, rain and mud mark your presence.
  15. RT @pubcoach: "I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.” – Truman Capote #Writetip #pubtip
  16. RT @galaxychris: It was a matter of time before she shattered. Shards of glass and exposed filaments replaced her warm glow.
  17. Rain sings to a rhythm all its own. We listen but cannot compose.
  18. An eagle floated on the wind this morning, its legs dropping occasionally as if for prey or perch. #Lake Superior
  19. RT @Boiarski: 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
  20. On my seventieth, the wind could not dislodge the snow that the sun would later melt.