Phases

I came to this late still late from all the past nuances of imagination, of self-creation - seems like I've been this and that thing a distraction, but always interesting nonetheless -

future

my time is now

Memories are made of this

Not for one moment could she imagine how life might change

Welcome

In the evening colored reality undresses and her bleak skeleton tucks itself into bed Will we overcome?

Holiday

Standing in the departure hall I call the tower for clearance, Fly back thirty years to land Running barefoot on wet sand

Think Of Others First IP

Over 40 tenants Of which most were over 60,

Medicine

Well I've not lived long but I've seen in my time The best sleep aid made is peace of mind & the best medicine a good night's rest & human contact is the cure for stress

Dwellers of the New World Chapter One (Pt 3)

Things will never be the same for Simon and Brad.

Dear Son

Words of advice from his dear old dad...

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