I'm taken with the idea of the spaces in between. The words beneath the words. The mystical silences. The distant blue sky. The smell of a pretzel mingled with steam. The shared, knowing look. The ineffable and the trivial, all joined as one.
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Play fast
I played too many bullet chess games last night. I walked in Schell Park in Plano after work. Rain fell last night. I overslept today, which rarely…
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No Warbler, No Cry
I am on my annual Fall Migration walking pattern--many walks, few warblers. Saturday night we got together with our friends Greg and Melissa, who…
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New Hotel, Same Jazz
Saturday I attended a new WW meeting in McKinney in a Sheraton. I had not been to that Sheraton. Its location in a somewhat freeway-adjacent spot…
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