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Every Grain Of Sand
“There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and ruin and gold There shone one woman and none but she.” –Algernon Swinburne “I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.…
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My Three Palms
It’s the second morning, the second sunrise, of our third day–at our winter home. I just got out of bed, it’s 8:56 am and the thermometer on the wall over my head reads 85.6 F. Mmmmmm. Should I read something into this? The sun set yesterday on our first full day at the Siesta Bay…
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My Grave Nightmare: A Halloween Story
Was it a day in full blinding sun or a night in deep gloomy shadows? Was I asleep? Awake? I don’t remember. No, it was both. I wandered about in my dream with my eyes open, my dream that quickly became a nightmare. What I looked upon were reflections of my darkest thoughts and fears.…
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Evening Reflections On The Fountain Of Youth
[Ponce de Leon seeks the Fountain] Tomorrow, October 31st , I’m going to post my Halloween blog. I’ve been saying it’s going to be scary. I hope it is. It is a description, mostly fiction, of my fear of graveyards and the hours after midnight when dreams go dark as ink and visions are bleak…
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I Dreamed I Saw Saint Augustine
It was going to be a great day. I even had a ready-made title for this blog. I was going to life a song title by the one and only, Bob Dylan. We only had about 120 miles to drive from Brunswick to St. Augustine, FL. That’s not even enough to break a sweat–that would come…
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Living With Humidity
This is going to be a brief post dealing with an issue that I have a feeling is only going to get worse. Yes, it will only get worse as we continue our road-trip deep into Florida. I’m talking about humidity. Remember last summer when you were sitting on your patio sipping a Bud Lite…
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Walking Charleston In The Light And Dark / A Few Tales To Tell
Midnight in the Laundry Room. I’m writing this in a laundry room. Four washing machines are on my right and four dryers to my left. I’m here because the promised WiFi signal is very weak in the R-pod. Here the signal really smokes. Yes, it’s midnight in the laundry room, a spooky place where a…
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Traveling South/Going Native: Thoughts At 34.41° North Latitude
South n 1 : The compass direction directly opposite to the north. 2 : The direction to the right of one facing east. Realistically, however, south is more than one of the cardinal points on a compass. It is also a state of mind. When most Americans think of the south, many cultural references come…
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I’m Sorry, Ava, But I’m Having Issues Of My Own
As I write this post, I’m seriously considering going into the r-Pod to get another layer to drape over my shoulders. The sun has just dipped below the tree-line at the far edge of the RV park. When we arrived, about two hours ago, I was sweating and hot and in a mood most foul.…
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