I could live inside the world of film. A matinee during the week, when the whole world is at work, one of my most favorite…
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I am no different. I am so very different from before. reflect. Oddities of a world, in free fall. Every thing is change. The Vast…
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One CommentI wrote EMBERS AND ASH some years ago, or so. I don’t remember the precise day, I remember the unhappy circumstance. I needed to come…
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