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Flinching linemen twice cursed by the gods with heightened anxiety, forget the snap count. First and twenty and goal to go, down by six points, just a minute remains. – Almost a catch, almost intercepted. The receiver just shrugs. He’ll …

Being blind in a dark room holds no meaning, except to equalize the odds of falling over something that you never knew was there. – Such is taking the plunge into new romance. – We are all wandering blind when …

Autumn frost dawns its morning pose Then fades in mist upon the break of light The Sun is bright enveloping the cold And warmth imparts its touch upon the night – Standing there, Thrust upon the world like a warm …

April burns in cruel temptation Like fires of so long ago The tinder of the middle ages A renaissance over the snow . Mild to summer’s wild abandon Hell to winter’s icy grip Misty rain in sheets of burden And …