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In marble halls as white as milk, lined with skin as soft as silk in a fountain crystal clear a golden apple doth appear. There are no doors to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold. What is it? (don't peek!) Thanks Billy, for sharing…
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The rays of the sun make their way through the woods like a painter's dappled stroke. You might expect a faery sprite to pop out from behind one of the trees. Of course you might faint if one actually did, but it'd be worth it! Trees found in the mountains of Georgia.
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Me! I would like to thank the Academy for convincing Billy Crystal to host again. It was a wonderful return to a steady stream of humor and fun. Thanks Billy, for putting the movies back into the Academy Awards Ceremony. You are the very best host ever. And if anyone asks "Who…
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Standing on a Cape Cod beach one day, I watched as a wave climbed a short ridge to settle on the sand and then disappear. It lasted only a moment and then another wave would come along and do the same thing. Sitting in a noisy restaurant with some friends the other…
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The Azaleas are starting to bloom in St. Augustine. Robins are coming through too, you can hear them. Spring comes early in the south. This year, you might say that winter is late, or a no-show, except for those few days when it was below freezing. I'm not complaining. In fact if…
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Remember Phone booths? Remember when astronauts used to land in the ocean in capsules? We've come a long, long way- phone calls with video, space shuttles that land like jets, robots roaming on mars, telescopes exploring deep space. What does the future hold for us? Will we be able to bend time…
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It isn't really how BIG your friends are, it's how big they are in your heart. And they don't have to be going in the same direction as you either. And sometimes they have goofy smiles. Alligator and lizard pals shot at the Alligator Farm, in St. Augustine, Florida
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Wind. You can't see it or touch it, but you can't deny the fact of it either. What if we didn't have a word for wind, hadn't named it? How would we explain spanish moss dancing on the limbs of giant trees, or snow going sideways, or grains of sand just up and…
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What to do with the unlovable parts of ourselves? Try as we might, we can't run away or separate ourselves from our shadows. What happens if we sit and stay, like a good dog that wants to jumpandrunaround so badly, but we sit and we stay, and we don't look away? The…
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"I'm feeling all fuzzy inside." "Maybe because we're out of focus." "Oh, don't pick on the photographer." The pond was designed and installed by Bill Garren of Green Acres, LLC in Virginia and is in focus.
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