By Bruno Talerico
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Breezes and clouds,like a wonkyexclamation point, proudly proclaimmonsoon rainsmay be on their way.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 154/365.
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I Don’t Love You Because You’re BlackI love you because you are kindand intelligent.I love your warmth,your strength,your vulnerability.I love you because you are enthusiastic,because of your joie de vivre,because of your talents, hopes, dreams,your compassion.I don’t love you because you’re Black.I love you becauseyou listen without judgment,comfort without advising,help without expectation.I don’t love you…
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The Moon is Earth’s only natural satellite. It orbits around Earth at an average distance of 384399 km (238,854 mi; about 30 times Earth’s diameter). The Moon is tidally locked to Earth. This makes the Moon’s near side face Earth always with the same lunar hemisphere, and synchronizes its rotation period (lunar day) to its orbital period…
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The “guppy” is a blimp 208 feet long loaded with surveillance equipment—The annual operating cost for a border surveillance blimp (Tactical Aerostat System or TAS) is $5.3 million, according to U.S. Congressman Henry Cuellar. This includes maintenance and upkeep, but Border Patrol agents actually operate the blimp and its surveillance equipment. The larger, more permanent…
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Knowledge keeps no better than fish.–Alfred North WhiteheadEvery educationbrings fortha point of reckoning. I know more than I care to about the rape of mother earth,the ravage of the biosphere,and the truth of human selfishness.I reckonI will pay more attention tocounting ants or spiders, relaxing in the shade,contemplating the stars or my navel.I reckonI will…
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What is a fatherwithout his son?Lost, lonely, sad.Purpose taken away.Identity shaken.Role changed.The challenge:Take on a new role.Find a new identity.Discover another purpose.What is a fatherwithout his son?Just a man.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 151/365.
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Amidst the over-furnished room,beside a drawer named “Junk,”atop a pile of unread books,sits a box labeled “Desk Stuff”that accumulates theodds and ends of a life.Amidst the under-furnished spaceof the mind,atop the frontal lobe of a brain,sits a basket of fragments—bits of disorganized memories,pieces of disordered ideas,reams of unfinished dreams.A miscellanyof incomplete puzzles,unlearned lessons,and unsolved riddles…
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The waveknocks meoff my feet,pulling me away from shore,tumbling and churningwith the flotsam and foam.I struggle for breath fight for life, butthe water is stronger.EventuallyI tireand collapse.Only then does the wave retreatleaving me defeatedand alone on the sand.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 149/365Image created with Apple Freeform.
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We are a species that is relianton this endangered planet Earthfor our survival,yet we seem to be hellbent or, perhaps,blind to its destruction.We are at a pointin our journey as a specieswhere we need rebalancing. Even in this culture gone berserk,there is meaning and satisfactionif we are open and attentive.Breathe deeply of fresh air.Walk slowly…
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When lightning strikes on the horizon and the world is visible in silhouette I am humbled.When the coyote pauses and staresas if he knows me, I feel awe.I feel wonder, respect and just a little fear,fearful that he seesthe darkness within my soul.When the sunlightis filtered through the leaves just so,the universe is revealed.© 2025…
Desert Dweller 