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Continue reading →: Castle on the HillAnd I’m on my way, I still remember These old country lanes When we did not know the answers And I miss the way you make me feel, it’s real We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill -“Castle on the Hill”, Ed Sheeran Every person has…
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Continue reading →: PaeanThe purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things. -Rainer Maria Rilke Wednesday evening presents itself without ceremony, bleak and forbidding…
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Continue reading →: Love Unveiled: A Book Review of “Till We Have Faces”Love is the mightiest force in all this world. Bestowed with the first breath of God into our souls, it softly permeates every sphere of life…
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Continue reading →: Ex Hibernia: A Book Review of “How the Irish Saved Civilization”It is an amazing read!! Thomas Cahill leads us on a brilliant romp through 5000 years of Irish history…
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Continue reading →: RaptFunny how the heart can be deceiving More than just a couple times Why do we fall in love so easy Even when it’s not right “Try”, Pink It was dead quiet in the shipyard…
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Continue reading →: Blood Meridian: New Truth for Blood and Time in AmericaI lay aside my raintarnished spectacles. The old betangled spanish moss overhangs my consciousness…
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Continue reading →: TraceWas it something that somebody said? Mama, I know we broke the rules… Ashes of laughter The ghost is clear Why do the best things always disappear Like Ophelia -The Band, Ophelia A friend of mine was telling a ghost story the other day…
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Continue reading →: StigmataTurning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned. -WB Yeats She’d been crying, but I didn’t know…
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Continue reading →: FlameTris: But I’m not pretty. Four: No, you’re not, and I would only go to your funeral if there was cake. -Divergent Inching closer to the edge…
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Continue reading →: Freefall“You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: Make use of suffering.” -Henri-Frédéric Amiel I slowed the van when I noticed him…






