Black clouds are rolling over Kentucky.
The wind is making a loud noise.
The woodpecker hangs upside down and pecks into the bird feeder.
Sunday morning and Trio is at the art museum in New York.
Each moment in time someone is reflecting on a piece of art.
Time is standing still while I listen.
I was moved to a simple tear as Sande reflected
about her life.
Don will never leave; he has left the body but not our souls or words.
The chime rings in the wind.
The grass is still green.
Words about Don King
A photo of Don and Morning Star
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....
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