Earthly Branches
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David and Renate explore the island for a place to build a hut. They come across a cold mountain stream flowing into the valley with clean water. The idea to stay begins to form.
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She was my parent’s age and being cared for by another person. She is gone now and I often wonder what remains of our history lost in the land of islands looked over by the Goddess of the Sun.
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My Love is a Rusty Old Backhoe Dirt polished fingers of steel Dig deep in your velvet softness Scream to me how it feels Ice sky tinges your mounds Pulling furrows in straight lines Push deeper in furtive ground I pour my intention in your furrows Build storm walls in your newly plowed mind Weep…
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Real trust takes time and it is time well spent.
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When Anne and I fell into the rhythm of Anne’s dream and my mission, we bonded in a way that transcended all our challenges. We met each day with a joyous heart and gratitude for each other.
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In the forest, there is the varied darkness of shadows and the brilliance of life under the sun. In between are a million shades of gray that exist under a full moon on a cloudless night.
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She could not hide from my intuitive power as I sensed she was no longer present, even when her body succumbed to orgasm and the fog of closeness and sweet words.
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I learned so long ago from an abandoned child whose life trajectory proved that if you believe in yourself, others will too.
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My mind played in vignettes with no music or sounds of sweet words, just those haunting large brown eyes above freckled cheeks so soft and smooth. It seemed an assault to me to abrade her skin with my beard and calloused hands.
Hyperion Sky 