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In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. Newer posts →. The Life she Led. July 7, 2016. From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . . She probably had a boy who loved her, once upon a time. They may have held hands on the walk to school. Or kissed under the fiery light of sunsets. I imagine that her lips were waiting many years to be kissed. The way they were meant to be kissed. And that her body ached to be held and loved by that boy. She was ordinary in the most extraordinary way. July 6, 2016.
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Sashay | adventofreason
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In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. Twilight’s Despair →. July 19, 2016. From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . . She knows she makes them stare. To believe she could be theirs. She gathers their awed appreciation. And wears them in her hair. This entry was tagged fantasy. Twilight’s Despair →. One thought on “ Sashay. July 21, 2016 at 1:31 am. I know that girl…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Diary of an Aesthete.
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GMO-Free | righteousbruin
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Just another WordPress.com site. The Road to 65, Mile 253: Auspicious Days. August 9, 2015. August 8, 2015, Granite Dells-. Now I look to the task of viewing every day as auspicious. Heaven on Earth B and B. Mountain Arts and Crafts Fair. A Cup O’ Kindness. On A Cup O’ Kindness. On A Cup O’ Kindness. Animal and plant life. Mountain Oaks Charter School. Electric Music of the Muses. Time honored classical literature and Musings. That Weird Brown Girl. Off on a tangent. Godspeed To A Mighty Balloon. Tales o...
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Mountain Arts and Crafts Festival | righteousbruin
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Just another WordPress.com site. Tag Archives: Mountain Arts and Crafts Festival. The Road to 65, Mile 254: Sharlot Hall. August 10, 2015. August 9, 2015, Prescott-. I spent about ninety minutes, this afternoon, visiting Sharlot Hall Museum, Prescott’s historical gallery. This was the final day of the 2015 Mountain Arts and Crafts Festival, which coincides with the Cowboy Poets Gathering, at Yavapai College. Tagged Cowboy Poets Gathering. Mountain Arts and Crafts Festival. A Cup O’ Kindness. Godspeed To ...
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The Road to 65, Mile 253: Auspicious Days | righteousbruin
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Just another WordPress.com site. The Road to 65, Mile 253: Auspicious Days. August 9, 2015. August 8, 2015, Granite Dells-. Now I look to the task of viewing every day as auspicious. This entry was posted in Personal goals. And tagged "double dates". Heaven on Earth B and B. Mountain Arts and Crafts Fair. The Road to 65,Mile 252: Frugal. The Road to 65, Mile 254: Sharlot Hall ▸. 5 thoughts on “ The Road to 65, Mile 253: Auspicious Days. August 9, 2015 at 5:34 am. August 9, 2015 at 5:56 pm. Time honored c...
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Historical | righteousbruin
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Just another WordPress.com site. A Cup O’ Kindness. August 29, 2016. August 27, 2016, Prescott-. Last Sunday, I spent some time with a World War II veteran, retired from the U.S.Army, as a colonel, who commanded a battalion on Utah Beach, during the D-Day invasion, in 1944. He was fading, when I saw him, so I knew it was a matter of time, before his departure from our midst. Tagged Battle of the Bulge. Testing of atomic weapons. August 22, 2016. August 21, 2016, Prescott-. He was lying in his last bed,.
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Beware the Whirlwind | adventofreason
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In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. When Logic Fails →. July 14, 2016. From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . . Tell me, old mother, how. How do i make him love me? I will tell you, child for. The shiny coppers in your hand. They are yours, old mother. Please, please tell me the secret. Dirt from his foot steps. Hair from his head. What, tell me what. Do i do with those things? Burn them and grind them. And feed them to your true love. Thank you, dear mother. I will do so tonight. You are c...
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Once I Was | adventofreason
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In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. Beware the Whirlwind →. July 13, 2016. From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives. Have i not engendered love. Or the sweetness of a song? A thought or two sent to me. When morning crowns the skies. Fragile as a whispered dream? Perhaps i hope too much. For memories are but tender things. Once i was a rose. Ceg 12.26.08. This entry was tagged poetry. Beware the Whirlwind →. 5 thoughts on “ Once I Was. July 13, 2016 at 3:47 pm. So lovely. Peace and sparkles. The G...
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In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. July 20, 2016. From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . . She sits alone upon the stair. Golden highlights in her hair. Wearied head against the wall. Fearing yet another fall. Love’s pure beauty to obtain. To rouse herself to climb again. Takes the mettle she fears she lacks. As witnessed by tear’s bitter tracks. Yet loathe she is to descend. And mourn another sad love’s end. Thus she sits upon the stair. Twilight deepening to despair. July 19, 2016. Many ...
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Twilight’s Despair | adventofreason
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In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. July 20, 2016. From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . . She sits alone upon the stair. Golden highlights in her hair. Wearied head against the wall. Fearing yet another fall. Love’s pure beauty to obtain. To rouse herself to climb again. Takes the mettle she fears she lacks. As witnessed by tear’s bitter tracks. Yet loathe she is to descend. And mourn another sad love’s end. Thus she sits upon the stair. Twilight deepening to despair. Diary of an Aesthete.