Category: Time
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Dragon’s Rest
What a strange place for a dragon to rest.Too small for its home, too remote for its nest.A small mound of sand that is far out to sea,Why here, why now, oh, what can it be? The dragon’s wings crack as he flies overhead,As he circles this mound from the sea bed.The sand is quite…
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Spring Time
The bike was whole again. Alex had spent all day taking it apart, tinkering, cleaning, polishing, and buffing, and eventually put it back together. He was meticulous with every single detail. Apart from, that is, one spring he’d left out. He was baffled. How had he missed it, and where was it from? Regardless, he…