Tag: Writing
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Serene

How serene Is an evening Where the light begins to fade And almost still waters carry ashore A gentle breeze? How serene is a clearing sky Viewed from a cave From solitude With Nature’s echo carried ashore By the gentle breeze? And how serene Is seeing the first star of twilight High in the clearing…
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The Fantastical World of TL Merriman*

*An autobiography.** I was born back in the day, actually, on the cusp of one day and the next, but I’d just made it on the first day. It was a Wednesday, not that I remember. It was a Leap Year. I’m a Generation Xer***, apparently, born under the sign of the Monkey in the…


