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		<title>ONE PARTICULAR FULL MOON</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The small pond in the valley whose surface was like glass because of the windless night did not reflect the full moon ‘til it was almost mid night. And when it did the reflection resembled an egg  in a frying pan sunny side up. Soon the egg slid off center and eventually spilled into the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1138</link>
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		<title>COMFORT</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Those trees beyond the glass door have been sending messages all week and I’ve ignored them caught as I am in my own agenda that demands more of me than I wish to give. But I finally paid them heed this morning when the sun took hold of their leaves along with the wind. “We [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1133</link>
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		<title>FAST FORWARD</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I  remember seeing him moving slowly up the ramp. By then  mail  had been sorted and many of us converged with keys in hand to access little boxes where catalogues and bills and pleas for cash and  an occasional letter were all stuffed side by side. He came more cautiously than the rest of us [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1129</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;M NOT IN A RUSH</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They haven’t died yet so they don’t know what’s in store. When they do some of them will be surprised and some will say “I told you so.” I’m waiting as are you. Maybe I’’ll let you know but I’m not in a rush to go.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1127</link>
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		<title>A DAY LOST?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He spent much of the day watching leaves bow to the whims of  of gentle breezes IHe had no energy to deal with  more and so he gazed quite in a daze taking in whatever would unfold outside his window. The dances of the branches held him  nearly hypnotized as Ihe stared and stared and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1125</link>
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		<title>DISAPPEARING HOPE</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The little life boat full to overflowing cannot offer saving to another soul. Should there be another seeking rescue he or she must be ignored for the boat  reach a shore. So those treading water watch the little boat diminish and then finally vanish allowing  hope to disappear.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1123</link>
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		<title>ONE PARTICULAR FULL MOON</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The small pond in the valley whose surface was like glass because of the windless night did not reflect the full moon ‘til it was almost mid night. And when it did the reflection resembled an egg  in a frying pan sunny side up. Soon the egg slid off center and eventually spilled into the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1121</link>
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		<title>LUCKY WORM</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The worm had chosen incorrectly and tried to squirm on asphalt confusing it with soil and not having sufficient mental prowess to discern the difference. Along came a man who saw its plight &#8211; bent down and flipped that wiggly thing with a finger tip to a landscape more amenable. Not only that when the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1119</link>
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		<title>A DAY LOST?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He spent much of the day watching leaves bow to the whims of  of gentle breezes IHe had no energy to deal with  more and so he gazed quite in a daze taking in whatever would unfold outside his window. The dances of the branches held him  nearly hypnotized as Ihe stared and stared and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1117</link>
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		<title>SHE PUT FRESH FLOWERS</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She put fresh flowers in the vase. Every day she put fresh flowers in the vase as I was wilting. I think she wished those flowers would breathe &#8211; would breathe into my soul. And sure enough I felt them stir  &#8211; I felt their breath as hope   &#8211; hope requiring my short supply [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.russpeery.com/?p=1115</link>
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