Memories of might-of-beens, old wounds, older scars, the ghosts of times to come...the physical is lost and cannot return. This house could have been a sanctuary. Now it is a dungeon. All that is left is hope.
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(Wow, he knows two (2) other bloggers. Is that a lot? No, not really, but these two have the quality of writing to make up for the lack of quantity of bloggers.)Miscellaneous:
I had no idea the name I had chosen to represent myself on line was anything more than a writer's creation. Now I know otherwise:Previous Posts
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- Appropriate quote
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- Repairs
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- The 4th of July, continued.
- Happy 4th of July?
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