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Silently | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. There is a window in a room. A chair looks out at the view. That’s bigger – than she can imagine. And there behind her on the floor. Lies a broken harpsichord. In stained glass shadows, fading nightly. And in the doorway stands a boy. Stray beams of sunlight tangled in his curls,.
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recipes | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. Create Your Own Breakfast Muffin. Your thoughts here: Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. What pe...
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ashley – part 1 | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. Ashley – part 1. I looked at her then realized I loved her. Ashley, he said and he may as well have said. Nobody – for all the ashleys wandering around. This planet that we call home. Ashley, some girl from the ash tree meadow. And if she is,. Why were they so proud of that fact.
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not so mirror image | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. Not so mirror image. Desperation drew me to you:. Longing for someone like me. Finding an oil painting of. Where I expected to find. When I looked inside the frame,. Looking out, viewed the world in ways (that. So different from mine. But wanting prevailed,. And kind of liked. Notify ...
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Flying | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. I used to dream. I’d start out swinging in wide circles. Sometimes when I woke up, I could hold that feeling. And believe (dizzy) that I couldn’t feel the bed beneath my skin. Only for as long as I could remain perfectly still. As soon as I’d move a muscle. Now I dream of running.
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virtual stage | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. I’m not a singer. I’m not a skilled piano player. I’m not a songwriter. I don’t play guitar – not really. This webpage is the only place you’ll ever hear me sing. Holy, Holy, Holy (audio). Can’t Find the Words (audio). Your Cousin Jenny (audio). A Love Song (audio). Notify me of new c...
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ashley – part 2 | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. Ashley – part 2. I used to wish. That someone would look at me. And know that he loved me. He’d say ‘Hey! 8217; – and when I looked at him,. There would be a light in his eyes. And I would know it too. Maybe I’d be playing in my grandma’s yard. And he’d drive by on the street). You ar...
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still life – with a French twist | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. Still life – with a French twist. On a street with no end,. I tried to find you. You disappeared from sight. Before I had a chance to. I thought maybe –. You followed me into that little. But from my view at the table in the corner. Except for the myriad of strangers. And I missed you.
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from the place that i now call home | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. From the place that i now call home. Leaving sleepy green, misty quiet. Campfire evenings and rising bells. Down winding roads now bypassed for the straighter, wider. Clayhole, Rowdy, Hindman, Gate City. Reverse order of directions dad gave his teenage girl. Your old grey honda. Somew...
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something that scares me | thoughts from the green room
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Thoughts from the green room. Ashley – part 1. Ashley – part 2. From the place that i now call home. Not quite a trilogy. Not so mirror image. Something that scares me. Still life – with a French twist. S’more brownie pie-. Something that scares me. Being angry or sarcastic or. Just lost in my own little world of solitude. During my (unknown to me) last moments. And spending the rest of my life. Wishing I’d done. Said I love you,. Made you smile…. A bad ending to a good, good story. Follow Blog via Email.
