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Pebble Trove: In vain...
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Saturday, December 21, 2013. A nudge, a whisper, a yawn,. Stray words to clinch attention. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trying to reach a consensus between the perceived me and the REAL (? View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Pebble Trove: Crossroads
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Saturday, December 21, 2013. Until we make the decision,. Pause, hear the voice of your soul and choose-. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trying to reach a consensus between the perceived me and the REAL (? View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Pebble Trove: Sting of Envy
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Saturday, December 21, 2013. A sharp twinge of envy. No salve that soothes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trying to reach a consensus between the perceived me and the REAL (? View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Pebble Trove: Feeling you...
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Saturday, December 21, 2013. When the skies darken the wind caresses my hair the crimson of the horizon spreads across my cheeks I close my eyes and find you beside. Why is it that on such days as this I feel you are not afar but somewhere near. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trying to reach a consensus between the perceived me and the REAL (?
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Pebble Trove: Gone forever
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Saturday, December 21, 2013. The vales had been silent. The waves had ebbed. The soul lulled to slumber. And then from the beyond. The time is past. That which was, ceases. That which is, remains. That which cannot, doesn't;. Let bygones be bygones. Pic courtesy: http:/ theviewspaper.net/wp-content/uploads/She-Sits-Alone.jpg). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Pebble Trove: Unresolvable...
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Saturday, December 21, 2013. Looking askance questions looming Answers sought None forthcoming. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trying to reach a consensus between the perceived me and the REAL (? View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Pebble Trove: The Game is over
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Tuesday, May 5, 2015. The Game is over. The shimmering , blinding veneer. Over years of solitary toil. The mask ripped into shreds. Scattered in the dust. The hideous face contorted in wickedness. Now unveiled for all to gape at. Raw emotions swathed in toxic sounds. Like pus oozing out from festering wounds. The moments slithered in serpentine loops.
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Pebble Trove: Blistered
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Tuesday, March 4, 2014. Discontent thick like an oil slick. Bitterness gnawing the insides. Http:/ imgick.nola.com/home/nola-media/width960/img/tpphotos/photo/2011/08/-f5e66e1a8b319be6.jpg). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trying to reach a consensus between the perceived me and the REAL (? View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Pebble Trove: Listening....
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Monday, March 3, 2014. The burnished last leaves of autumn. Lying in wait for tranquil footsteps. Their muted sighs rustling in the wind. Waiting to whisper in my ears. Tales unspoken, unheard. Before they shrivel and drop. Why don't I tarry, the walk is eternal,. The time is beyond, I'm in no hurry. For I've no promises to keep before I sleep.
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Pebble Trove: Awaiting
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I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest. Saturday, December 21, 2013. The days have trundled by. A tinge of pall lines the horizon. Standing at the fringes of Time. Anticipating the tides to change. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trying to reach a consensus between the perceived me and the REAL (? View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
