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New Memorial

Oft seen riding the wind, the old red, white and blue is a reminder to me. To be thankful, and celebrate the freedom given us by our forebears. Through their sacrifice, love, courage, and loss of life so many brave people gave their best to us. So I bow my head, and whisper a silent […]

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Spilled Wine

There lived on a idyllic peninsula, a man who possessed of many things, and so was possessed by them. From his opulent home above the vineyards he would look down through the great windows of glass, and see the city far beneath his hillside. His wealth was much, and most of it was an inheritance […]

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