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Prose: November 2004
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Thoughts are bubbles in the stream. My practice is spontaneity. View my complete profile. Tuesday, November 23, 2004. Rocky allowed me to walk with her this morning; the pleasure was mine. Sleep, still in my eyes and fog drifting through my mind, we walked into the hazy morning light. The day was ours. As we walked through the morning mist my companion left her own first edition and we traveled until the second edition was printed before turning back to read the other side of the street. This section...
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A SNAPSHOTAfter lunch at the Olive Garden, I went . Thoughts are bubbles in the stream. My practice is spontaneity. View my complete profile. Thursday, November 01, 2007. After lunch at the Olive Garden, I went outside for some fresh air while waiting for my friends to wrap up their conversations. The mid-afternoon was cool and the overcast sky omened the chance of rain. There was an empty bench outside the door so I took a seat and relaxed. I was impressed (I was going to say struck, but thought better ...
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Day the Last | Cdron97's December Blog
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Cdron97’s December Blog. Using this blog for NaBloPoMo purposes. December 31, 2008. And so it has come to this… the closing of this blog. It was and experiment in discovering the ways of Word Press and I’ve enjoyed the frustrations and challenges. It provoked new ways of thinking and linking. I will be going to more blogging using some of the things I’ve learned here. I will continue with My Daily Haiku. And probably will get back to the. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Prose: November 2007
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A SNAPSHOTAfter lunch at the Olive Garden, I went . Thoughts are bubbles in the stream. My practice is spontaneity. View my complete profile. Thursday, November 01, 2007. After lunch at the Olive Garden, I went outside for some fresh air while waiting for my friends to wrap up their conversations. The mid-afternoon was cool and the overcast sky omened the chance of rain. There was an empty bench outside the door so I took a seat and relaxed. I was impressed (I was going to say struck, but thought better ...
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Prose: December 2004
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PRETTY SMART FELLA Now, John always considered him. Thoughts are bubbles in the stream. My practice is spontaneity. View my complete profile. Thursday, December 09, 2004. Let me tell you how John hides his intelligence. There was this time he’s with a group of friends, some acquaintances really, not family. They got thrown together because of the evacuation during a hurricane in Florida. He lived in a mobile home and you know they’re the first to go. Now, Bill spends some time working on that puzzle and ...
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Prose: THE MORNING NEWS
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Thoughts are bubbles in the stream. My practice is spontaneity. View my complete profile. Tuesday, November 23, 2004. Rocky allowed me to walk with her this morning; the pleasure was mine. Sleep, still in my eyes and fog drifting through my mind, we walked into the hazy morning light. The day was ours. As we walked through the morning mist my companion left her own first edition and we traveled until the second edition was printed before turning back to read the other side of the street. This section...
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PRETTY SMART FELLA Now, John always considered him. Thoughts are bubbles in the stream. My practice is spontaneity. View my complete profile. Thursday, December 09, 2004. Let me tell you how John hides his intelligence. There was this time he’s with a group of friends, some acquaintances really, not family. They got thrown together because of the evacuation during a hurricane in Florida. He lived in a mobile home and you know they’re the first to go. Now, Bill spends some time working on that puzzle and ...