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At Forty Five The Colours of the Wind

The Colours of the Wind

There is a chill creeping into the heat of the final days of summer, telling us autumn is coming and with it the colors …

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(Don't) Rescue Me At Forty Five

(Don’t) Rescue Me

Is one bound to rescue another? I take note when things are repeated synchronistically. It’s like a gentle slap in…

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A Mother Gifts Mankind

A Mother Gifts Mankind

I would not recognize this mother if we passed on the street. Although she lives half a world away and we have never met…

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