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  All loves are bodily. I read these words and they strike within, a deep note of truth. Something entirely comprehensible, when, as a childI ran through green ...

  Love Note – After Walt Whitman I may appear to you as a “tattered coat upon a stick,”*my gate, like a comic, tripping over a rake,my luckless visage, a ...

  Like many today, I practice my faith privately,I go to the church of Shell Beach, Hart Lake, and Slack Point.I’m greeted by sister Maple, and cousin Douglas,a...

  Having never lost everything in a fire,I’d like to think I’d see it philosophically, take the distant view: things are replaceable; orthe transcendent view: e...