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Isa 6:8

Driving to buy flowers this morning for her. This seems like the kind of thing a loving husband would do,

A boy negotiates with a tree to turn him into a rocket and leave earth for the stars.

A right thing makes better.

There is no such thing as a natural death:

Blow after blow

Making this heart of mortal man rejoice

Which is worth more? The thrill, or the pain?

Here's a little poem I wrote about my wife one morning while she slept peacefully in an attic in upstate PA.

Until your heart stops beating

240927 It is fall tonight. We drive lazily with the windows down.