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The Harvest.

The sparkle on the river,from the lights on distant shore,the cold and bitter glitter,the beckoning of more,is beautiful to look at,’tis a pleasing sight to see,like a woman dressed for dinner,in all of her finery,but all that shines is not… Read More ›

Dreaming.

DREAMING 9-19-91 It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in front of us for hours on end, the cloud was an irresistible sight. Keep moving,… Read More ›