PART ONE When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. John Muir It is a sad day when a tree is struck by lighting, burned in a fire or just dies of decay and sickness. Nature has its own way of changing and […]
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Even after my dead they would remain safe. I had taken the necessary precautions to make it impossible for him to find them. He had in-imaginable resources, yes; but that was precisely what I was counting on. I had learned my lesson, a very painful one, I shall said. I had paid such a high
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Out of the corner of my eye I could see light filtering from what seemed a crack in the baseboard to my left. My ankles were firmly tied, and my wrists complained loudly behind my back. It was hard to measure how far I was from the wall in the darkness, and the bulks closing
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I couldn’t seem to find what was bothering me. I kept looking around in autopilot and coming back to my research; my head bouncing like a pinball from screen to everywhere in the room. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something. Was I being watched? Unless by a ghost, there was no
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The storm raged unmercifully, steaming shrouds of clouds raced and writhed hauled by the wind frenzy, thrumming with an omen of destruction. Flashes of deadly lighting tore trunks and branches apart, setting stumps and dried grass on fire. The steel and desperately dark skies released sopping drops wetting down the fuels. The smoke burned my
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As silent as mist It rises Amidst the Guilt It prices Remorse and Vices It sizes Slashing the Gist In slices Accursed by the Script It hisses Forgone is the Esprit Who Kisses Subverting the Gifts Eclipsing what Lifts Benumbing the Bliss Routing the Soul …Adrift