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| The Scenes and The Actors The journeys I have taken, the pleasures that they bring. Hiking mountain trails or fishing from a stream. Taking walks in the woods, watching all the wildlife. A chilling winter storm, cutting through you like a knife. A voyage on the open sea watching dolphins play. A drive in the country and the smell of new mown hay. Snuggling by a fireplace, sweet kisses on lovers lips. Standing on the shore as Columbus brought his ships. Listening to native legends of spirits and beliefs. Watching roses close their eyes amid the falling leaves. Listening to hoofing thunder of gods or western themes. The soaring of an eagle riding on clouds and sunbeams. Yes all the things that I write about, some true, others not. But many bring us memories of things we all forgot. The smiles they bring me page after page. I just write the story hoping you see it as a stage. The Masked Writer <o.o> <o.-> <-.-> � 2002 T Lovett |
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