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dark descends

As the nights get darker with the approach of winter solstice, we tend to string up lights everywhere. (#992) Continue reading

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stained glass windows

Next month, I shall be reading Stave IV of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, as part of the CBC-sponsored reading at St. John’s Church. We had a photo op today; this poem resulted. (#954) Continue reading

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Down the street an unscathed oak trunk killed a car grieving relatives festooned the hard place you have seen this before woman with a drink saw her husband flirting with drove off in a hurry blind drunken tears stamped her … Continue reading

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