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Destiny Begins Again

Trees are barren now. Gray clouds bring scattered sheets of frigid rain. Ice melts from gutters and branches. Large limbs sway in the mighty gusts of cold northern winds. Birds search for shelter and grain. Our illusions of ultimate providence move swiftly through the seasons. The sundial is silent now. Months pass like minutes. Minutes pass like months. Look to the past, perhaps the future will return.   I knew her once, a long time ago. She had a... Read More
Posted by Kevin Merigian at Tuesday, October 4, 2016
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