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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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What do you love most about the community? I have thought about this subject a great deal. I’ve even started to write about it, but I could never pull it down into one manageable concept. ... 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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Once again, almost under the wire! Brought to you by the miracles of modern technology ~ as well as a bit of ancient midnight magic, staring a conglomerate company of characters from several of my... More »
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In Celebration and Homage to the Marvelous Play Ground that Mary has built for me: Anthem Dryadium! Anthem Dryadium Dryad dancing, wood advancing, a heart would come unshattered if it could Wood weaving, fear deceiving,... 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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Dear Friends ~ I want to wish you all a beautiful Holiday Season. I LIKE the words “The Holidays” and what lies behind them. Much of the world will be celebrating this month ~ I... More »
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Am I the dream or the dreamer, the scheme, the schema or the schemer? Did I write myself into this tale, with fingers of spiritual braille? A hundred selves - each one is me; which... More »
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Piper Play On I come here for clearing Piper Play on . . . Wash away the remains of what has gone wrong Scrub off clinging patches of dried, crusted dirt Scour out bitter... More »
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My daughters spent the first years of their lives in the High Country of Colorado, elevation 10,000 ft., "Two Miles High." We lived on the edge of the National Forest and the Wilderness Area, our... More »
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