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Cold Nights

Cold nights in Chicago begin with a sunny day. Nome cold nights follow a blizzard. A cold Andean night begins with the whistling wind. Cold nights–never the same. Each place has its own magic. W. Wayne B. Poetry book: Eyes … Continue reading

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Your Joy

My morning process is a constant. The dreams have faded from my mind. I see the lighting and hear the rain. Will the storm have a parting rainbow? My duties are still ahead of me. I wait to see the … Continue reading

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