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like a locomotive, pushing it’s way through the far end of a tunnel, twilight pushes away the night, with the promise of a new day. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 51/365.
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What does life have in store for me? Distant church bells ring as rainbow dragons soar in the glow of the moon. I want to love and be loved. I am curious and afraid. Pretending to understand, feeling elated; my heart needs to touch your soul. Worried you might turn your back on me.…
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When i linger Uncomfortably at the door, rather than just walk away, it is an expression of Love. When you forgot your scarf, then Quickly returned to retrieve it, was that also an expression of Love? © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day49/365. Image created with AI.
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intimate relationships exist on a broad spectrum. intimacy can be fleeting or eternal, a finite or an infinite game. in finite form, orgasm is the goal but who wins? giver for stimulating or receiver? either way, with climax achieved, the game ends. in infinite form, ongoing pleasure is the goal partners giving and receiving…
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They sit, cross legged beneath the sacred tree, mind still as a pond on a windless day, reflecting the absurdity of existence. Others dine on the absurd, raising glasses of cheap wine, toasting glorious chaos. Beneath the surface, we all are searching for a touch of truth. Somewhere we all dance in psychedelic frenzy,…
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the summit is an illusion, what matters is effort. continuous struggle up and up crest to crest, challenge after challenge once attained, the goal has no meaning. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 46/365. Image created with AI.
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surrounded by filth warmed by mid day sun cooling in slimy sticky mud today i am with god in the hog trough wallowing in life snorting with glee curly tail happily wagging © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 45/365
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Never forget, whatever she makes she can also destroy. like a god throwing genocidal temper tantrums for worshiping the wrong deity, with vengeance of a woman scorned, Mother Nature whirls hurricanes, twirls thunderstorms, shakes things up with richter nines. She sends tornados, dancing tarantella, across midwestern plains, ignites flames of rage across mountain towns,…
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i needed to make my way to the desert, to find a quiet place beneath the stars, to sit, to breathe in the stillness of the night to unravel the fabric of time to let the sun rise slowly, to linger in the quiet, to witness landscape unfurling, not barren, but alive, bursting with…
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I have old memories from when I was a child— the nineteen-sixties: wars, corrupt politicians, civil rights protests, race riots, governments attacking their own citizens. I thought those painful times were in my past. History repeats, despite knowledge that states history repeats. Why are we repeating repeating mistakes from the past century? Do we suffer…
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