Every "hello" inevitably gives rise to "goodbye." There are very few things more obvious in this life. Yet it seems a general rule that those happy memories of each hello that embrace one in quiet moments more than counterbalance the sorrow of all the goodbyes. And that's the way of this world.
Monday, August 1, 2022
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The Wayfarer
He watched the moon rising full and orange over the trees. It had been a long time since he'd been here. He wasn't sure, since it wa...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ...
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Just to be nice, because I certainly didn't want to, I accompanied Odysseus that night to the old cemetery (you know the one ...
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Back in 2015, Sarah self-published Sylvan Dreaming , a book of her poetry. She asked me to illustrate it, and how could anyone say no to s...
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