The Surfer

Oh, Jon:  he owns that blue green tunnel’s sway before bold nature casts him from the sea. He’s god and for a moment has his way. What man resists such magic brevity? The moment flows and swift the water flies. Around such power one might turn away but surfers are committed as they ride momentum’s…

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“The Lost”

“A look and a hug; a soft hug.  I press the doll to my breast and smile, trying to recapture those moments… Then my Aunt says, ‘Don’t you remember playing with her?  I found her in my attic and thought you might get a kick out of seeing her again.’ It is shocking to see…

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