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Photo Memory of the Week
Posted: 2025 Feb 01
Fireweed (hot, hot, hot?).
Music of the Week
Poetry of the Week
It was hot,
it was dramatic,
it was lacerating pain.What should have started with a spark exploded with a flame.
They began as lovers;
not connecting first as friends.A crossing of paths;
a meeting again;
from who can say where,
who can really know when.Let them be strangers now;
and if it is meant to be,
they will do it all over again;
just, maybe
a little...
differently.Posted: 2025 Jan 25
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I’ll men thath thom a loth of thanmising tho sound all those monsonanths notherly.
Him Th
Him Th – I ben you’re righn.
ferfecn. I’m righn on in. Frofessor noo long in quarannine?
Laurna – I think so. I loved the “nine nimes nables” and remember my father drilling us on them.