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Communications with a Friend in Ukraine – “I Still Hope that the Lord Will Give Us the Opportunity to Have an Encounter on this Earth!  May the Lord Bless You Abundantly!” – Спілкування з другом в Україні – «Я все ще сподіваюся, що Господь дасть нам можливість зустрітися на цій землі!  Нехай Господь щедро благословить вас!

Communications with a Friend in Ukraine – “I Still Hope that the Lord Will Give Us the Opportunity to Have an Encounter on this Earth!  May the Lord Bless You Abundantly!” – Спілкування з другом в Україні – «Я все ще сподіваюся, що Господь дасть нам можливість зустрітися на цій землі!  Нехай Господь щедро благословить вас!

“I Still Hope that the Lord Will Give Us the Opportunity to Have an Encounter on this Earth!  May the Lord Bless You Abundantly!” «Я все ще сподіваюся, що Господь дасть нам можливість зустрітися на цій землі!  Нехай Господь щедро благословить вас! *** On October 10, 2023, I sent an email...

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An Art Musing – As I Began this Posting, as I Contemplated this Cropped Photo, I Searched My Soul for a Title.

An Art Musing – As I Began this Posting, as I Contemplated this Cropped Photo, I Searched My Soul for a Title.

An Art Musing – As I Began this Posting, as I Contemplated this Cropped Photo, I Searched My Soul for a Title. With a work of art, there is usually a focus, a subject, or perhaps more, a germinal or central thought or theme, helping to birth whatever the artist comes to create. Sometimes the...

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Sleepwalk – Non-Fiction Story Excerpt – “As I walked over the playground towards…where our 7th grade classroom was, all of a sudden, I was surrounded by a pack of boys from my class all shouting and waving their arms and I noticed also a group of the girls a little farther on watching all the commotion around me”.

Introduction:  "Sleepwalk" is a non-fiction story of about 145 pages, which deals with my relationship at my Catholic elementary school, with two classmates, a girl and a boy, both initially developing in different ways in 6th grade, and with certain events, and with my interactions with my...

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On the Piccadilly Line to Heathrow, Terminal 2, in the Carriage I was in, I Thought I Saw You.  No, a Girl, a Young Woman Who looked Like You.  It Was the Eyes, Bright with Light and Love I Assume, as She Spoke to the Person Next to Her in the Nearly Empty Carriage.

On the Piccadilly Line to Heathrow, Terminal 2, in the Carriage I was in, I Thought I Saw You. No, a Girl, a Young Woman Who looked Like You.  It Was the Eyes, Bright with Light and Love I Assume, as She Spoke to the Person Next to Her in the Nearly Empty Carriage.

It Was the Eyes, Bright with Light and Love I Assume, as She Spoke to the Person Next to Her in the Nearly Empty Carriage. On the Piccadilly Line to Heathrow, Terminal 2, in the carriage I was in, I thought I saw you. No, a girl, a young woman who looked like you.  It was the eyes, bright...

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Hampstead Cemetery, London – When I Showed Him the Slip of Paper with the Gravesite Number, the Young Man Said, “Oh, this is in the paupers’ section.  You’ll Never Find It.  I’ll Take You There.”

Hampstead Cemetery, London – When I Showed Him the Slip of Paper with the Gravesite Number, the Young Man Said, “Oh, this is in the paupers’ section.  You’ll Never Find It.  I’ll Take You There.”

“Oh, this is in the paupers' section.  You’ll Never Find It.  I’ll Take You There.” This photo is of a portion of Hampstead cemetery located in the north side of London, that I took during my visit to the UK in 2008.  I’ve always liked cemeteries.  For me they have always been...

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