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Short and Sweet
It was a great visit with the granddaughters. Three of them – two 14-year-olds and one 12-year-old – went back home yesterday after five raucous, fun-filled, tiring days with us here in Fort Collins. Even though we both waved good-bye… Continue reading
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Blades of Grass
I was supposed to go to my 50th high school class reunion last year. Instead, all members of the Hilliard (Ohio) High School class of 1970 spent our reunion year cowering inside hermetically sealed isolation suits, trying our best to avoid… Continue reading
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Short and Sweet
“For he knows how we were made; he remembers that we are dust. As for mortals, their days are like grass; they flourish like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and… Continue reading
Russellings of the Spirit 