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The Abandoned House
The fall air brings a chill to the old house, autumn leaves cover the unkept yard and rustle in the wind. It is empty,...
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Ray Ray’s Juke Joint
The snow started soon after we left Richmond heading south for some well-deserved rest. We had just come off a two-month tour of Georgia,...
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Today
The storms have passed through the night and the sunlight peeks from behind the clouds. You can hear bird songs and it brings a...
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Hope
I often wonder why it is when I see the sunrise that I am filled with hope. We don’t seem to talk about hope...
A STORIED LIFE
Be Bold
The morning is the place where we choose how we live our life this new day. It is a pause between the night and...
A STORIED LIFE
The Stillness
The lake was still with the only sound being a distant whippoorwill, a sound so haunting and sad that it was almost painful. There...
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A Season Of Letters
The February chill blew through the pastures and hollows around the farm. It would howl across the open farmland and leave little dust twisters...
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Two Dogs Watching The Rain
It had rained for days and they could only sit at the window and watch the rain. It puddled into what looked to them...
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Our Quest For The Unknown
I often wonder why we have this built-in urge to know the unknown. We feel a need to know what is down that overgrown...