in the race to beat the snow, i seem to be winning,..

on a warm November day,...

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The edge that cuts true leaves the polished exposure liken to immaculate elan.

The ways of power give one the bevue of the gods.

Speak to me with the tremor of the tortured sky in the throes of the gale and even a whisper will render my spirit in rainbow striations.

The Malapropism of love, is the common tongue.

ready for paint

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upate, yeah still alive.

still a long way to go
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this is the "front" (as in, closest to the street) entry it was originally two narrow double doors you had to be a anorexic 16 yo to get through with a bag of groceries,while i loved the doors,(they are cached for some future project) they were heavy with old lead paint and it made sense in a number of respects to replace them,..

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Butterfly kisses
Phoenix fire
the dragon below the surface
called forth by desire

in eternity's shadow
the sun but a spark
and every resolute purpose
ultimately but a lark

held in amatory hands
the sparkle pulses true
and the crux of every question
is decoded to a view

the replacements windows came today
the help i was promised didn't,..
one of the advantages of being stubborn
the work got done anyway,..


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