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Jan.28.2012
  January 28     AMENDS       Amends is about truth and change.  The relationships of my past were places of little truth and even less change.  I tried to be nice not honest; I tried to keep things going even when they needed to die.  Making amends has...
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Jan.18.2012
  January 18   THERE IS A TREE         There is a tree in the woods.  I’ve seen it.  It is cut off from any visible source of strength or sustenance.  Carried aloft by the surrounding trees, the splintered trunk dangles in the air.  It makes no...
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Jan.16.2012
  January 16    FEEDING SQUIRRELS ON A ONE LANE BRIDGE   Cattle corn spread on the single Lane Bridge---the trap.  Food or safety?  There are plenty of other choices; my disease sees none of them.  Gluttony and danger the perfect combination.  How can I...
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Jan.15.2012
  January 15   NO MAPS     Maps have existed longer than I have.  By the time of my birth, aerial photography had made pinpoint accuracy the norm.  I can be tracked by satellite on my daily commute.  I can get a Trip Tik and travel to the far reaches of this...
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Jan.08.2012
  January 8   OLD GOLDFISH       I got them when my sobriety was new.  They were tiny little guys, ten-cent feeders.  I wanted my stepson to sleep soundly in our strange jumble of a home, fresh from purchase.  The tank sat on a dresser under his elevated bed...
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Jan.04.2012
  January 4   THE FLOCK   Today I came to a place in the road covered with birds.  The nearby fields, covered in birds, the trees covered.  As I approached, the birds took wing.  The flock responded to my presence; each bird flew, the sky darkened with their flight;...
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Jan.03.2012
  January 3     I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS GOING TO THE CIRCUS     I show up at a meeting.  I didn’t know the circus was in town.  I expected calm, demure, sober behavior.  My expectations were dashed, my bubble burst.  There were people streaming back and...
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Nov.06.2011
  ...........November 6       Natural Law     The boat captain can’t change the river; navigate it possibly, but rule it never.  Birds don’t control the wind, only capitalize on it.  I can’t reign my sobriety; I just get to take the ride.  My choices...
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Nov.06.2011
  ...........November 6       Natural Law     The boat captain can’t change the river; navigate it possibly, but rule it never.  Birds don’t control the wind, only capitalize on it.  I can’t reign my sobriety; I just get to take the ride.  My choices...
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Nov.06.2011
  ...........November 6       Natural Law     The boat captain can’t change the river; navigate it possibly, but rule it never.  Birds don’t control the wind, only capitalize on it.  I can’t reign my sobriety; I just get to take the ride.  My choices...