Las tardes de calor Me encanta el agua durante Su visita El Verano El calor duró y durante lo peor Era duro Todo el mundo está agotado hay agotación de todas partes mi espíritu estaba en piezas no se interesa
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The Performer -*** Murder in SF
Integrity? What’s that? I’m here for the show. We find ourselves in this place. A point on the edge of…what? Is that the edge of the stage I see in front of me? I dare not look over the edge.
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It was called “The Shipwreck.” It had been a late afternoon of some debauchery before a somewhat aimless drive through several neighborhoods North of Market. Randy and Blanche had found themselves in a neighborhood in San Francisco that they did
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Madrid has the most magnificent airport I have ever seen, better than anything in the U.S. Among the museums we visited were; Museo Del Prado,
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Fractured light the thick roots of a tree the sentiments that well from home and, a canopy An end run around everything the best is yet to come boldly, I investigate a better mouse trap The best ever, yet
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Recuerdo la resplandor de la amanecer esta mañana como si estuviera ayer. La imagen que aparece antes de mi mismo es como una foto sepia. El restaurante se llamó La Plat de Résistance. Era un restaurante francés. Era insolvente despues
Read moreChapter 5: How a Dream Comes True -Murder in SF
A butterfly appears, not quite a Monarch, but more psychedelic, with the colors of a DayGlo painting, and the gaudy appearance of self-realization. The Truth can be beautiful, for anyone who wishes to see it, as it spreads its wings
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“People who write big checks get what they want. And I don’t just mean respect.” -Anonymous Can someone be unwittingly influenced by money? If they’re not paying attention, yes. To explore the raw possibility of being and becoming, perhaps here
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When I awoke the next morning, Rod was nowhere to be found. The San Francisco Bay was a blue mirror of infinity. Bulbous clouds caressed the sky with white tendrils. A regatta busied itself, triangular sails lost in a plane
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Las gotas de lluvia se ven a través de la ventana. Yo había entrado al mismo tiempo que la tormenta comenzaba. La calle en frente del Café estaba llena. El ruido de la ciudad era interminable y tráfico tambien era
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