So dark I swear that a normal human wouldn't be able to see a light bulb two feet in front of them.

Leaving broken hearts behind gets harder with every tear, but I must say goodbye; the wind whispers that wonderful things await just beyond the next sunset.

I tighten the mainsail and expanded the jib so it could embrace more wind. There is no better feeling then working the wind right and rhythmically dissecting the waves. A slight shift makes me lose the wind for a moment. It was like I passed over something, but I was in very deep water.

Son of a bitch I thought. Size - especially out there - matters.

Son of a bitch[,] I thought. Size[,] especially out there[,] matters.

Green, raging jealousy
born of past loves broken.

And i weep quietly

Full of wonder still
For the beauty of the
Sunset and the stars.

I miss you
is for when you're gone

I will not say 'goodbye'
instead, 'until we meet again'

Hey, careful with the flashing lights, I ain’t speeding anywhere, buddy. What is this, the Fourth of July or sump’n? I hope there ain’t gonna be fireworks? I’m scared silly by ‘em, and my lovely tail plume droops with the smoke.

Ahhh..there’s an open window....okay, a nice flapping start.....and off I go!

She included her e-mail address, and told me that I could e-mail her! I brought the letter to my husband and asked him to help me. He was standing with two of my children at the time. After the three of them got over their initial bout of laughter, my husband set up an e-mail address for me.

"What world problems couldn’t be settled after a few dances of the Macarena?"

Of course, the most important thing is to have fun. Playing with language is a delightful practice, and an intriguing challenge, that evokes creativity.

He led her to the library and showed her a picture hanging on the wall. "Was this the man?" he asked.

"Need some help[,] lass?"

"Here.." Amanda

But all the fish have been caught and all the trees have been cut and no more does cash flow through this quaint little place.

but now seem strait out of history

I’m so happy all your classmates will be coming[.]”

{i]Thank God, I remembered that just in time

I'm running in my hamster wheel.
Plastic. Shiny. Red.
I'm running in my hamster wheel.
I wish that I were dead.

“What do you have in mind Anna?” I asked. “I’d like to take you skiing. My
folks have a cabin up on Rapture Mountain; Anna replied then added, “You can ski can’t you?” “I’m no expert but perhaps you can show me what I don’t already know.” I replied slyly trying to contain my excitement.

As Garvey puffed out his chest knowing that within him was the heart of an eagle, courageous and proud, his flock and family flew over him. He knew that he dreamed a dream that would never be. He knew that he was Garvey the Goose, a great gray goose with a home and family.

Garvey, the Goose
By

Garvey, a proud Canadian goose[,] stood high atop an old lightning struck pine tree.

Garveymissed all the

What Garvey did next [is shocking still shocks] his goose friends even today.