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The Voice Is In My Head

I'm Spring I think we've met before in some other place in another time. You don't remember? I don't mind. I'm Spring. I come back every Year.

IF

bent time warped past wasted present nothing lasts forever

old man

his life shriveled so small. it ends as nothing at all. the old man farts and laughs. all he has is gas, no engine or drive in him.

Torremolinos 2

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Holiday in Torremolinos. I come here to write (partly), for which I need peace and quiet, but as the holiday nears the end my wife and I cannot decide which tours to go on!

Classroom

"Life is just a classroom", they said. I once agreed but God updated my way of thinking. I used to think it that way because life is the stage where...
Cherry

The Step Back

What made me do it, made me leave that day? The tipping point came one night I’d asked him not to go to football training, could he come home after...
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The First Step

I remember the day I filled the car full. Full of all the things I thought he’d need; his baby walker, Moses basket, far too many clothes, stacks of...
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Connection

We'll never know much about a person. When we know someone and have parts of life experience with them, you only know them to the person they choose...
Gold cherry

Gloaming

There I was, not coming or going, trying to find a path through, on and through and into the old ways and see how it was before. And so stood useless...
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