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Guest
There is natural, whole and then substitutes, substitutes for whole and natural. Is that possible? Is that right? Can you really make up a natural thing? Sugar has many substitutes, we don’t know why. I guess real sugar was bad… Continue reading
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See
In love with a Mask, that line stuck with me, and made my actions have words that match. I have words for my actions. It seems I am going backwards, paying more attention to the action, the feelings, and just… Continue reading
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Ride Naked
Who puts Perfect in us? What makes us Perfect? Who are the Perfect maker people, where do we find them and how does it work? And how do we know we need Perfect, how do we know we are missing… Continue reading
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Fashioner
In a split second, you can go from being a little girl to being a mom. It happens so fast, I am not sure we even have the time to think about it. It happens to some and I believe… Continue reading
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Beauty
The Island of Misfit Toys was the place in Rudy the Red Nosed Reindeer story. The place toys went that had been created wrong. I can’t recall each misfit, but their action didn’t do as the fit ones did. Yet… Continue reading
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Soul Trail
I was in her home today, way in and able to see so much. All the insides to the many many packages I had delivered over the years. I am not sure what I expected, but how fun to see… Continue reading
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There she was……
She didn’t know, as she twirled on the tire swing, her hair grabbed by the breeze and taken prisoner, the tree creaked above, the sound mingling with her carefree laughter, her white sandals scuffed by the moist soil below, the… Continue reading
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Sisters
Three Sisters, three lives, three dreams, One Source. Each life has it's own path, unknown to all and maybe even her. Each life is filled with passions for things she wants to do. Each life has sorrows, failures and growth.… Continue reading
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Bucket
Hands. Simple hands. They speak a language of their own. What makes them tell their story, what makes them do what they do, what powers these hands, makes them move, or lay silently. Hands. It seems to me they… Continue reading
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Mental Lady………a poem by my brother.
I see a lady, with bushy eyebrows and a faraway stare. Who would appear to be mental to you. She is not responsible for your thoughts about her. You are your thoughts, while appearing not be mental. Turn that… Continue reading
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