This short reflection is four years old, already. But that season of the year has rolled round once more, and I’ve always liked the way this one turned out…
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Fragments From A Different July
Winter dreams seem to pierce reality almost like advisories or clairvoyance; but summertime dreams bind to no specific time or space, comforting objective emergency in sweet blankets of sensuality…
July’s Moment
I cannot truthfully claim agency or credit, when the sweetness of a summery moment loosens me outside my portals awhile and lets a haiku-like awareness inside…
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