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Wild and Free

I watched the horses run, wild and free and unmoving across the stretched canvas. A young one, somewhere between foal and colt, led the small herd, her gangly, undeveloped limbs at odds with her dominance.  Wonder if that one is still alive. I didn’t know when the

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Somewhere Other Than Where We Are

I haven’t been on the InstaTwitFace in quite a long time. Folks in my ecosystem know this, and every so
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The Little Girl in the Puffy Pink Jacket

A few years ago, I stumbled into an angel. At the time, I was in a decidedly non-Christmas place, but she offered
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Musings from 30,000 feet

Here I am, 30,000 feet in the air, turning over and under the dirt of my life. What I’ve planted.
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Remembering

Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid. They
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Swimming in God

Small fish drifted past the orange Garibaldi hovering a few yards below my dangling feet. I didn’t know what the
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The One That Got Away

I always thought I’d marry a girl from Texas.  I even had one in mind, although she was already married
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