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Century #18/ Endless Days of Spring

From the journal of Lita Hopkins Corfu 5/17/37 Mae Dumphy lives on the sea, a few miles east of L. in a little enclave of artists and intellectuals called Crisilata, I can’t be sure of the spelling or the origin … Continue reading

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September 2011: Suddenly Everything is Put in Motion

In September I embarked on a  new career path to become Physical Therapist Assistant. With the help of a worker retraining grant, I enrolled in prerequisite courses. It was a huge step for me after 25 years as an early … Continue reading

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2011 in review: Dreams in Early August

“You think people are silly to believe in ghosts?” An old man had asked Fred Foley a long time ago. “You should hear some of the things that ghosts believe in!” R.A. Lafferty, Fourth Mansions 8/3 Characters from a Dream … Continue reading

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Thoughts, Quotes and Visual Mysteries

I spent a lot of time last month making up reality, in the form of a world I am creating in my head, pieces of an unfinished novel for NaNoWriMo. I wrote 40,000 words which in their present form of … Continue reading

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Century #16: Spring in Pennsylvania

From the Journal of Martin Way: March 10, 1936 Where should I begin. Oh, yeah! How about here, right in the middle of the story where I am. Bramble used to tell me that the middle is the only place … Continue reading

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