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Stein's Stories: August 2012
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Sunday, August 12, 2012. The Scoop of Ice Cream: a misinterpretation of the Facts. It all started one day in June, because all sappy romantic stories begin one day in June. 8220;Dang,” she thou...
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Stein's Stories: June 2012
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Sunday, June 24, 2012. 8220;Go outside and play,” came mum's voice, across the small travel trailer. 8220;You could play with your barbies or stuffed animals.”. 8220;It's too hot to play.”. 8220;Gras...
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Stein's Stories: September 2014
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Saturday, September 27, 2014. Vignette Two – The Line at the Post Office. Hanging from the ceiling, in prominence, is a banner blazoned with the United State Postal Service logo reading, “ Our ...
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Stein's Stories: November 2013
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Sunday, November 24, 2013. Snow bearing clouds float on high,. Feathers, fluff across the blue sky. Deep snow clads the resting world,. Crossed by grey ski track shadows. Wednesday, November 20, 2013.
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Stein's Stories: May 2014
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Friday, May 16, 2014. Flipping though my copy of On Being and Essence. By St Thomas Aquinas, I found the following poem, scribbled in the middle of a Metaphysics class last year. I like walking by th...
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Stein's Stories: December 2013
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Tuesday, December 24, 2013. 8220;What was I thinking? 8220;Howdy, mister,” came a cheerful voice beside him. He looked away from the mountain into eyes of a tall brunette. 8220;Well, I’ve seen ...
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Stein's Stories: October 2014
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Sunday, October 26, 2014. Vignette Three – The Rival Grocery Stores. The rest of the grocery store was a tidy mess of food and the miscellaneous items that one remembers while one is grocery shopping...
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Stein's Stories: November 2014
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Monday, November 17, 2014. Vignette Five – The Laundromat. She tossed the clothes, heavy with water, into the dryer. Then she put in the fabric softener sheet. She inserted the money card int...After...
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Stein's Stories: July 2015
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Wednesday, July 22, 2015. Words Related to Empathy. Or are we simply. Those moments of profound beauty? Faces to screens,. Idols wrought by our own. Are we a people losing. Or are we simply. 8220;Yes...
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Stein's Stories: Dragonflies
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Dedicated to my mother, Carol Feltes, Stein's Stories is the web-showcase of my writings, ponderings, and occasional art. It is updated irregularly, as inspiration is likewise irregular. I invite you to browse at your leisure, hoping that these words of mine will bring you some joy or inspire you in someway! Monday, August 10, 2015. Down by the lake,. Where the dragonflies are,. The world is hushed. And you can hear their wings. There's peace by the water,. Warmed by the sun. For the fine,.