I am in here.
I have taken the few night medicines that I am given these days, and do some general reading until the words start taking on a three dimensional look to them. When they can’t make any more sense to myself, and to write is to never make sense. Then you must go to sleep. I certainly … Continue reading The addle-patedness of some would be writer.
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Late summer flowers, originally uploaded by niehoff. Found on a Friday morning walk.
I took along my camera. Roses in bloom! Technorati Tags: flowers, photograph
HE drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of amber light, Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep. Silence and safety; and his mortal shore Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death. Someone was holding water to his mouth. He swallowed, unresisting; … Continue reading The Death-Bed
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