(Any of the following was written through blurred misty joyful eyes of triumph- yet again.) Shadows and whispers of another life can always be heard clearer when traveling. Maybe especially by air. The Terminal in Orlando, for me, has many memories intact that now stand behind one of those white blind walls, and two oldContinue reading “Get to the Fun Part”
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Forward: Another Tuesday
As we get a bit older, or uh over thirty as it were, time seems to shift and dilate differently according to how long time has seemed to pass for us. I am not sure if it’s two years writing and still waiting for my first load of dribble to be optioned, or thinking IContinue reading “Forward: Another Tuesday”
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