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Ode to Arizona Majesty

Woken in early morning by a sound
a glimmer in the distance I perceive - a light on distant limits set to glow. I sit and wither while the aeons pass. The verdant scrubble dots my wrinkled face, and drinking of my flesh, they break their fast. It's what I've seen one billion times before, this subtle turn from black to deepest blue. My lined sienna face grows fairer still, while still the darkness furthermore abates. The blue and blue of sky illumine nigh, the quiet wisps of fluff, ephemeral sail on until the deepest blue returns to black to solid stone of deepest

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A Sermon on ServiceA Sermon on Service
by Bwoomp
Some say that service is independent of Good. Some say service is only as good as what it serves, that there are endless shades of gray. I say there are only two kinds of service: service, and self-service. One relates to Good, the other to Evil.
Good is the belief that the world is made better by the raising up of those who would do the same, in order to allow the will of many to be done.
Evil is the belief that the world is made better by the raising up of oneself, in order to force one’s own will to be done.
~~~    A Sermon on Service
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On the origin of the GrookThis fable was found some time ago, as part of the process of my research into Grook History.
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A long time ago, in what we now call the Mannaseh Swamp, there lived a humble and smart frog called Anoora. She lived in a frog hollow and her family lived there too. But she was lonely and sad because she was not able to have children. As the time in her life passed, she grew more and more sad and cut-off from her kind.
One day, a tired-looking young woman wielding a fishing pole came upon the swamp. The other frogs looked on as she baited and cast her line. The fish didn’t even nibble on her hook and On the origin of the Grook
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Smoke gets into everything.Smoke gets into everything, even into your shoes. Smoke gets into everything, carpets green and carpets blue. Smoke gets into everything, sheets and blankets too. Smoke gets into everything, and that's why I love you. Smoke gets into everything.
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Deer Tracks, Part 1     I stood at the edge of the semi-frozen pond, looking back at the line of trees. I could make out our footprints in the snow. I was out walking with my brother, a biology graduate student and an amateur animal tracker. We’d been following set of whitetail prints for just under a half-hour. My hands were cold.
      “See,” my brother said, pointing to the deer tracks next to my feet, “this is where he made a decision. Not back there.” He pointed to the trees at the edge of the field.
     “What do you mean?” I lo Deer Tracks, Part 1
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Mon Mar 31, 2008, 7:51 PM

So I sold stuff for 5 years while I waited for something important to happen to me. Now I am writing copy for a company who is providing good assisted living care to victims of Alzheimer's and dementia. I could not be happier. The woman I am working for is very nice.

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