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This page shapes the sound
of what, I cannot say.
Yet, it forms as though driven
by a deep'ning sea that waits for a wave to surge it forward,
set it free.
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Alaskan Story
When the pickaxe hit her k-thwack! in the middle of her forehead she suspected it was going to be a bad end to a bad day. ...more
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Other Stories
Shivering in the dark cold rain, she struggled to break free of the boulder holding her bound on the high craggy mountain. Her legs hurt and her shoulders heaved as she pushed hard to break the grip of the cold granite...
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Poetry
I walked a wondrous walk
with you
in the misty rain
down Rodeo Drive
on Christmas Eve...more
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Philosophical Musings
What is this then but mere clamor of viewpoint? How can one go forth up
the pathway of Resolute Will into an unknown future without attempting to
see at least some visage of...
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Special thanks to Adam Sikorski, my son, for the use of his poppy flower picture and Alaskan glacier mountain picture (Copyright 2004 Adam Sikorski. All world rights reserved)
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