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Fragile Happenstance

Posted on January 22, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

As I walk to my car, I see the opening flowers. Each petal is a perfect creation. I watch a peaceful light fall on their leaves. White and red are scattered around the garden. I renew this experience every spring. … Continue reading →

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An Antique Car

Posted on January 19, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

Under the bridge lies a rusting hulk. The antique car was abandoned years ago. No one cares about its history. Years passed and the rust grew thick. Birds made nests in the broken headlights. Silent parasites consumed the metal. The … Continue reading →

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Former Times

Posted on January 17, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

They described to me a former time. A woman appeared in a foggy night. A friend of mine saw her smile. Her long black cloak blew in the wind. The moon rose above her. Her hair shimmered mysteriously. Her eyes … Continue reading →

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Approaching

Posted on January 13, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

Evening is rapidly approaching. The day’s storms retreat into the darkness. Every fiber of life prepares for the night. As the sleepiness spreads, peace returns. The morning arrives suddenly. The sleeping creatures wake to a fresh light. Perfectly balanced, the … Continue reading →

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