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To those of you who remember, Pete has horrifying dreams! Really they are visions. Here is a musical link to listen to while reading this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01Y8A4VtY3Q

There are a couple of dreams I've written about...

Frequently my dreams took me to the mountains (never sure which ones), and always the dreams took place in a nearly pitch black night time setting. I would be struggling through the mountains in all sorts of weather, hiking off trail, up and

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Now that I'm back at litnet after several days of missing it so much... I supposed it would be worth all the days I am (and would be) gone () to post a poem I wrote when I was in sixth grade. Whoops! Don't turn your back on me just yet! I promise you it won't be that bad.

Or will it?

The answer will come to you as you read on.

Again... our friendly reminder.
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Three days after my birthday, and miraculously, I don’t feel old. Strangely enough, before it happened and passed just like another ordinary day in my life (plus the picture-taking—whew, that was great!), I always thought I would. Closer and closer to my granny days I would inch, and begin to feel so much like a granny too, little by little, until one day I’d come face-to-face with the end “ without even knowing it.” After all, time passes too fast, doesn’t it? Well, if only I could just have another ...

We had seven special visitors at preschool today from our local Grange.

The National Grange is the nation's oldest national agricultural organization, with grassroots units established in 3,600 local communities in 37 states. Its 300,000 members provide service to agriculture and rural areas on a wide variety of issues, including economic development, education, family endeavors, and legislation designed to assure a strong and viable Rural America. It was formed in the years following ...

He sat on a park bench for hours, watching people pass by.

A young attractive lady with a small dog, an elderly gentleman with a cane humming a familiar tune, a jogger working up a sweat, a group of children shouting loud and ignoring the woman with her groceries, forcing her to step of the path, another elderly gentleman this one without a cane, seemingly out to feed the birds stood for close to the bench a few minutes, feeding a few pigeons, several business men on their lunch ...