The voices hate it when I keep a journal because they cannot stand free streaming consciousness! So I don't try. But when I did I wrote the most beautiful things in it. like this which happened today. A stranger told me a story. Her son was sitting on a pier fishing with his black lab. A great blue heron flew out of the sky and landed next to them both! Her son caught a fish and gave it to the blue heron which ate it. And it went on like that all summer long.
Copyright 2014 Thomas Paul Murphy
Copyright 2014 Thomas Paul Murphy
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