I awoke rested and feeling good. Finally. A good sleep and no pains or overt illness. "Thank you." ... Read More

Wednesday. Spring. It is the quiet hour. Well before dawn, there is darkness and silence... Read More

The books stand side by side slotted in their spaces. Neither leaning nor squeezed tight. Snug... Read More

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March 1. I woke frequently overnight to storm-tossed dreams. I was in the hold of an old wooden ship... Read More