Tag: Thoughts
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Six Word Saturday as Sunday Approaches
Once again I find myself late Time. It’s of the essence. It flies. It only drags when I’m somewhere I’d rather not be… anywhere else, and everything seems to be a blur. I find myself watching events unfurl around me, with me in the centre, and I wonder how I’m in the midst of this…
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The What, the How, the When?
It isn’t what the Sandman sprinkles that’s important… It’s the how and when he does it. And how and when he did it to me today is a great mystery. I’ve been sprinkled. Well and truly. Good and proper. Here’s to a good and proper night’s sleep…
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Recycling
As darkness draws in And daytime comes to an end A chill fills the air The breeze carries sounds Shadows play tricks on the eyes And the mind needs rest Soon, sleep will beckon Filled with wild and varied dreams The mind recycles
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Elusive Martians
Driving around a dusty old planet looking for anything unusual, anything really out of the ordinary, takes its toll. Day after day of dry, red clay, and amber skies followed by freezing cold nights adds to the monotony. With large and very still dusty plains, and mountains that offer hardly any protection, yet also comfort…
The Mansionic Perspective 