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    Sunday, 05 October 2014

    “If your head says forget it / but your heart’s still smoking call me at the station / the lines are open” –Joni Mitchell  Today’s forecast is for a 30% chance of showers in the mid 50s, with the Fall foliage just a couple days past peak. Actual c...
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    Sunday, 07 September 2014

    After a couple weeks on the new job, he goes out on a Saturday morning and stops by the recycling center to visit one of his former clients, who talks to him like he’d never left, tells him about the med changes, tells him that he’s still hoping to j...
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    Saturday, 23 August 2014

           The Chief of Surgery, standing alongside the Head of Pathology and the Director of Resident Training in the surgical theater, scowls. The surgeon, scalpel poised, looks up, sees the scowl, takes a deep breath and makes the primary incision. T...
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    Friday, 15 August 2014

      Eight days a week walking on Penny Lane he had Beatles tunes stuck in his head, but under the boardwalk it was The Drifters. He never figured out why fools fall in love in the still of the night.  
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    Friday, 15 August 2014

    Ever looked good out on Main, his feet a foot above a fiery sidewalk, his wings wide, his eyes glazed.  He’s higher and wiser than most, his lowest moments behind him now, dim memories, all the earth unfolding, lifting him up, a raging angel. Will h...

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Rosy Cole We Don't Say Goodbye
23 June 2018
Much deep wisdom here. Thank you!To be honest, I'd rather never say goodbye... No matter what plans ...
Stephen Evans We Don't Say Goodbye
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Sound advice Ken.
Ken Hartke We Don't Say Goodbye
13 June 2018
I may have posted this before -- I sometimes need to revisit it. I occasionally need to give myself ...
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