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Dryad
Going Home Everyone agrees With a sort of empty sandpaper sadness That an adult Just cannot go home again Everything there has changed And so have you Everything looks the same Seems the... More »
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Magic. The house is extremely beautiful, but more than that, it is a place of magic, this is agreed by everyone who has ever been there. It is filled with the magic of childhood; the... More »
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Plenty of room in my driveway for the “other” Winnie, and room to park 8-10 other cars as well, in the driveway and below at our other property. I figure that everyone will need to... More »
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My Daddy ~ Dr. Edwin L. Peterson. I painted this portrait on top of one of Daddy's own oil paintings of the Desert Southwest. On my Blog entry below, “Coming Home to Zion” there are... More »
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I have just spent a week “coming home” to Southern Utah. A long time ago, I was almost born at Cedar Breaks National Monument. My Mom and Daddy turned the car around just in time... More »
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