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Life After the State ~ James Pyles #writephoto

David had lived underground all his life, his existence tied to the Hive habitat that had been manufactured hundreds of years ago, and his body, blood, work, all in the service of the state. He couldn’t have imagined the exquisite … Continue reading

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Starting small…

“…grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change…” Alert and tense, ready for any stumble, I watched him cross the living room, slowly, painstakingly, supported by the walking frame. He does it every day, and so do … Continue reading

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The little fish who swam

There has been a sick fish in my son’s pond for months now. At one point, there were two of them, floating belly up, side by side, and sporting ugly ulcers. They were so ill that we had even been … Continue reading

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Elusive Realities: Lynda McKinney Lambert – A Visitation from Butterflies

When I see a butterfly in a summer field, it brings back a specific memory. The impressions are as vivid as they were nine years ago, when I witnessed something miraculous! My rare observation was not in warm weather, nor … Continue reading

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Love in cold blood

A healing embrace The gift of a loving soul Wears many faces A burden borne for others Lightening the heart of both * What I had observed in my fish tank with my little dying fish, I was privileged to … Continue reading

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A sad tail

The water in the winter pond is as clear as glass. At this time of year, when the weeds have sunk to the bottom to escape the ice and the various algae have ceased to bloom in the sun, you … Continue reading

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“Anything is possible…”

It was a dark and stormy night… which was a bit of a surprise when I’d only closed my eyes for a few minutes after lunch. I’m fairly certain the only reason I woke then was the distinctive sound of … Continue reading

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This little piggy…

A foot was thrust into my line of vision with an injunction to look. Unable to think of a suitable retort to this unusual command, I complied. The foot appeared to be just that… a foot. Not a particularly attractive … Continue reading

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Another late night…

It is late. It has been another busy day and it is not over yet. I have still to return my son whence he came… Hades comes to mind. Once, that is, he has finished wallowing in my carefully hoarded … Continue reading

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Regarding memory

“Macrophages.” His expression was smug. “I’ll never forget the macrophages.” We had just had a discussion about memory and how things learned since the attack fail to stick unless he uses them. “But you remember macrophages.” “Of course! That was … Continue reading

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