oneighty
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Sun Feb-01-04 01:48 PM
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Edited on Sun Feb-01-04 01:52 PM by oneighty
I stand alone in a great field next to a large rock left there by the passing of great glaciers. At the base of the rock, scattered about are red shot gun shells where one of my cousins was shooting. The shells smelled of spent gun powder.
The field is dotted with rocks and stones. Cows graze there too. The odor of their droppings mingles with that of the gun powder. The grass is dark green covered with morning dew.
I hear the cries of my mother and sisters searching for me. Eddie Eddie they cry out.
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Sun Feb-01-04 01:56 PM
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Or a dream? How did that come to you?
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1938 was a traumatic year in my life. Divorce etc. I remember many things from that time on. It was beautiful standing there in the warm spring time smelling the smells of life. I can close my eyes and be there. 180
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Sun Feb-01-04 01:57 PM
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of things long past
but I bet that rock is still there ,(or somewhere) just as seen by Eddie all of those years ago
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