November 4th 2018. Walking a beach in winter. The waves crash & rush up the sand toward me. The white foam soaks my shoes. As each waves retreats I notice that my shoes have changed colour: brown to gold to orange. This makes me smile & I look around for someone to tell. There … Continue reading dream diaries…47
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Had he never misplaced the mojo, he may, he reasoned one evening, have been able to keep a keener eye on his star. But, he sensed, it had fallen. He came to this late. Drew scant detail. Reason, as such, eluded. He dreamed a nearfuture pocket of his being patted. Mojo? He looked up in … Continue reading Dim Star, Mojito & Mojo Rising.
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