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HIPPIES INVADE MOLALLA, OREGON & TARGET DEER FARM | VIRTUALITY
https://virtualattitude.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/hippies-invade-molalla-oregon-target-deer-farm
ISLANDS IN THE STREAM. Laquo; DANDELION WHISPER . . . FLOATIN’ WITH FAME (& irritating Peter Frampton). HIPPIES INVADE MOLALLA, OREGON and TARGET DEER FARM. The following commentary is in response to an article published by the Molalla Pioneer. Written by Bethany Monroe. Is it too much to ask to be able to enjoy my coffee without some sort of Human Being Perpetrated Stupidity falling it’s way across my morning? I’ll make this quick so you can get to Bethany’s article. 1979-2011 by d.o. Foreman. Address n...
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LIBRARY | FICTION? by FOREMAN | Giving away pieces of my Soul that I can't sell
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Giving away pieces of my Soul that I can't sell. ISLANDS IN THE STREAM. October 18, 2010. We fell to sleep, our last night as normal people, in the house that had been our home for three years, listening to the difference of it’s emptiness. Barren of the things of life within, even against the wind and the rain, the sound was un-familiar . . . . Dad, are you okay? This is my son. The light of my shadow, stepping out of which to cast his own. I’m good, I lie. How much does the world weigh? From distant me...
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OKEE-DOKEE | THE BACK PORCH
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LIFE FROM SASQUATCH SPRINGS, OREGON. February 24, 2011. Winter hasn’t shown itself in Sasquatch Springs as of yet, save for a morning or two of frost. Despite the mild attitude of the season, Orval feels weather in his bones. Two days – maybe three, would find the farm in a thin blanket of snow. Not a big storm, but a cold one. It’s promise is confirmed when he climbs the porch steps and is caught by a stiffness in his knees. Orval, give me that hanky, she scolds, opening the screen door. Ruby watches he...
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HOPE ALWAYS | FICTION? by FOREMAN
https://fictionbyforeman.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/hope-always
Giving away pieces of my Soul that I can't sell. ISLANDS IN THE STREAM. October 18, 2010. We fell to sleep, our last night as normal people, in the house that had been our home for three years, listening to the difference of it’s emptiness. Barren of the things of life within, even against the wind and the rain, the sound was un-familiar . . . . Dad, are you okay? This is my son. The light of my shadow, stepping out of which to cast his own. I’m good, I lie. How much does the world weigh? This entry was ...
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2. MATTER | ISLANDS IN THE STREAM
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ISLANDS IN THE STREAM. PIECES OF A STORY. November 6, 2010. He tells her, but a subtle nuance in the sound of her voice betrays her disappointment. God, that beautiful voice of hers. People are going to be jealous. A weak explanation, he realizes, but continues with;. A lot of people can’t handle happiness, can’t look at it or be close to it. People want train wrecks, catastrophe. She takes a deep breath. Games I didn’t think being their friend was playing a game, but I guess being my. In the distance, a...
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LIBRARY | THE BACK PORCH | LIFE FROM SASQUATCH SPRINGS, OREGON
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LIFE FROM SASQUATCH SPRINGS, OREGON. February 24, 2011. Winter hasn’t shown itself in Sasquatch Springs as of yet, save for a morning or two of frost. Despite the mild attitude of the season, Orval feels weather in his bones. Two days – maybe three, would find the farm in a thin blanket of snow. Not a big storm, but a cold one. It’s promise is confirmed when he climbs the porch steps and is caught by a stiffness in his knees. Orval, give me that hanky, she scolds, opening the screen door. Ruby watches he...
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