That old house just sitting out there on the great plains falling away. I wonder what the previous owners of that house are thinking now, as the house that was built by one family and lived in by many others. I bet they can hear all the voices that have come and gone as the wind blows. The sun always rose on this house even though there was plenty of happiness there was also many sad events that took place in the old house on the great plains then. Memories come and go just as the families came and went.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Springtime
Yes, springtime is a time for weddings, but before you go spring is also a time that nature is to make a comeback with new blooms and green leaves and grass, and yes back to grass cutting and trimming. This is the time for planting colorful flowers and even making plans for oneself maybe not only in a physical sense but in an emotional sense too. We all have hopes and dreams some are large, some are small, and yet again some dreams are just that dreams about hopes that you want to become true but usually do not work.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH11 days ago in Critique
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By Leavie “Soul on Fire” Scott Her name was Nava, a 23‑year‑old shopkeeper’s daughter from Tehran, though she didn’t feel young anymore. Not after the week she had survived. Not after watching the value of Iran’s currency collapse so fast that shop windows changed prices twice a day. Not after seeing her father stand in his empty store and whisper, “I cannot afford to open tomorrow.”
By Organic Products a day ago in Critique
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Wondering about that dilapidated, old house on the plains is a lot like purchasing an old item - maybe an etched, crystal antique wine goblet - and wondering who drank out of it once upon a time or what emotions coursed through them at the time. I often contemplate these things, too, in relation to old items.