Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac. (Nor for you, for one alone, Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring, For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death. All over bouquets of roses, O death, I cover you […]
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I’m going to hell. No doubt about it. I say that without any trepidation, worry, or concern. When I say it to some people, they promise to pray for me. That’s cool, I tell them. I certainly won’t discourage anyone from throwing positive energy my way. But if there’s a Biblical sulfuric pit of endless
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I sat on my back deck yesterday enjoying the incredible autumn weather that frames the beauty of Colorado and looking at the small patch of San Isabel Forest that abuts my property. As the cat rubbed against my leg marking me as his, I watched the leaves and pine needles fall like raindrops. Another layer
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