Monday, 5 February 2018
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Somewhere, Once
I'm fuzzy on facts and places. Memory, for me, misplaces People's names and faces. My mind is loosey-goosey, Non-stick specifics are...
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Day Twenty-Nine Seems like you were always leaving Or left. Leaving with Your roaring engine voice. Left in the split Of your fire-crack...
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Day Twenty Fantastic style designs on pottery from Hacilar. Image from Yakar 2005. The ancients believed That culture was Construed by pot...
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Day Nineteen In our village by the mountain, there lived A man p eople called The Wrestler , It was long ago, when my dad was a kid. He - ...