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Memoirs Chronicled: Why me?
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Wednesday, February 27, 2008. View my complete profile.
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Memoirs Chronicled: Time!
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Tuesday, February 26, 2008. View my complete profile.
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Memoirs Chronicled: Circus Circus!
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Monday, November 06, 2006. I’d never seen a circus! I'm ch...
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Memoirs Chronicled: Memories: Tell a Tale!
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Wednesday, November 01, 2006. Memories: Tell a Tale!
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Memoirs Chronicled: 02/01/2008 - 03/01/2008
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Wednesday, February 27, 2008. Tuesday, February 26, 2008.
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Memoirs Chronicled: 11/01/2007 - 12/01/2007
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Tuesday, November 20, 2007. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Memoirs Chronicled: Leadership!
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Tuesday, February 26, 2008. A leader says "Let's go!
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Mutterings that Matter: I 'eight' it up.
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Sunday, October 01, 2006. I 'eight' it up. Actually tags that make me talk about myself are the most difficult. I'm not a shy guy but they are difficult to write and talk about. I have been blogging for a while now, though I think I am either lazy or less creative than most others I know. Maybe I suffer from chronic writer's block. If you don't believe me check out my blog on poems Mi Poemas. That I have written and my other blogs listed here, Myopic Lens. And My Take on the Movies. You have been tagged.
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Memoirs Chronicled: 11/01/2006 - 12/01/2006
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The mind I love must have memoirs; of wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the past. I look back for a while, refresh the eye, restore thoughts, and render them for their prime function of looking forward. Chronicled memories help not to mistake imagination for memory. Monday, November 06, 2006. I’d never seen a circus! Sittin...
