Journal Notes
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An emotional Yankees Baseball Moment (for my father)
You inhaled last at 6:01 that morning in the month of March, 2001, and yesterday I thought of you. Twenty-three years is a very long time, yet the freshness of you remains, as fresh as the interest for the New York Yankees which you instilled in me. Baseball is such a banal thing but it…
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On Perspective
We went down a rabbit hole, and found a gold miners choir.
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to draw snow
black-blueish tree branches reflectedbut it is snowTwelve months on this spotfirst time only with analog instrumentsoblivious to wi-fi wavesbut ice spears falling at my feetlike seductive dangerThe music of water dropsrapidly sliding down the spears onto the snowand the squirrel shaking the branchesunintentionally musically
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Journal Notes / February 12 2021
Observing individuals and groups around me as an infant, a young child, an adolescent, and into different adulthood phases, many have supported what I have been. Constantly reading my surroundings, I felt carried, either onto the paths I saw as proper and safe or away from those I thought to be detrimental. Recalling the personalities…
Sila Blume 