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Journal Entry # 216 – Flowers Picked From A Garden

I miss you every day of my life. Today was no different. Maybe tomorrow will be. – Dad

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Journal Entry # 215 – Our Life Story

We can’t carry on with the story of our lives without finishing all the chapters. No matter how some of them ended. – Ash

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Journal Entry # 210 – Life, Don’t Get Too Brook Up Over It!

I’ve always been told that things happen for a reason. I know that’s sometimes a way of making me feel better when life hits a rough patch. Although, I’ve come to look at it like this. It’s not so much of what happens to us that needs a reason, but rather, how we learn and […]

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Walked To Death

It was as midnight as midnight could bethat late, dogs cried at the moonall the way downas I followed you straight to an early gravenot once knowingignorant, childish, wishing for my own homewe shared nothing no words, not a glance, not even…presence only fading footsteps in the rainbefore you went to a place you felt […]

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A Shade of Ash # 7 – Son of a Birch

Hey everybody, Hope you’re having an awesome day! Every picture tells a story or is a key to one. – Ash Whenever I see a pile of wood by the side of the road or in someone’s front yard, it instantly takes me back to when I was kid. I believe I was around ten […]

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Far From Home

I walk this earth an alienno place here for a castawaysurrounded all the timestill alone My blood, it’s not like yoursit repelsit taintsit makes things you love disappear

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Dukes of Habit

Irish nightwith a few black beers for luckstood elbow to elbow in the midst of strange drunkardsthree sheets to the windplacing little wagers before the clock struckand the tender turns us awaylike the last three nights we’ve been

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Journal Entry # 176 – Sometimes A Spot is More Than Just a Spot

Insight emerges out of silence. – B. D. Schiers

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The Quiet Path

I dream some daysof getting lost in the pathalong the quiet way homeway past the halfway evergreenunder those forest peekaboosjust to listen to the river as it runs

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Pool Boys

A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chinin a moment I knew would last a lifetimethere was a pool table…balls rackedready for a breaksome girl singing on the radiowe both sang a few of the wordsthose we could rememberall night we competedbest in banter, best in billards, best in brew,butnever best in friendsthat […]

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