Tag: asking questions
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Welcome To My Porch
Coffee in hand, John and I sat on our back porch early one morning. Before heat and humidity made it unpleasant. The sun was up, and bits of beautiful blue could be seen through scuttling clouds that drifted overhead. Some rainclouds, preparing to let loose another wave of saturation. Some like mounds of cotton […]
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We’re In A Can Of Peas?
Not being a fan of traffic, I tend to drive home from work a way that’s a little longer. The green space I drive through, the fewer number of cars, decompress the inner tensions from the day. I breathe. One of my favorite parts of the drive is a road covered by a canopy of […]