Sojourn Poetry The migration has begun.Hummingbirds are absent from the feeder.It will be next May before the antics of the hummers return. See you on the highway. Brent
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She was driving a little slower than other traffic in the right lane of the Interstate with her arm hanging out the window. With her armpit nearly on the sill, her arm hung low with the back of her hand facing forward and palm to the rear with fingers slightly curved. It was quite the [...]
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While I was on the road, my wife, Lin, told me a story I could not get out of my head. It is a story of mating and companionship that some humans are fortunate enough to know and experience. After a little research, looking into a few details and visiting the site upon my return, [...]
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I have always thought of a muse as being a person—someone who inspires you to do better, to put forth the effort, or help you find that creativity that allows you to weigh anchor and sail forth. I never thought of a muse in terms of gender. But, I am finding otherwise, and experiencing something [...]
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