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Fold the strawberries gently into the partially whipped cream….
Ffolkes, Such, I suppose, is the lot of those of us who live with pain; occasionally, we lose a day to the fog….. Yesterday, after writing the morning Pearl, I did something to my back, (no, I don’t...
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No sweet sorrow today for YOU, slick Willie….
Ffolkes, Tidal windstorm Splits trees and rock, Yet cannot last a day. So much less, man’s work. — Deng Ming-Dao Have you seen this photo? By now, it’s all over the web…. I found it in the Week In...
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Wild to be born….
Ffolkes, Thales said there was no difference between life and death. “Why, then,” said some one to him, “do not you die?” “Because,” said he, “it does make no difference.” ~~ Diogenes Laertius (c. 200...
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It’s June; we’ll use the shaved version….
Ffolkes, “For a man needs only to be turned around not once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost…. Not ’til we are lost…. do we begin to find ourselves.” ~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Walden” ~~ Rock...
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We’re having malt, like it or not….
Ffolkes, “Das, was mich nicht tötet, macht mich fremde!” “That, which does not kill me, makes me stranger.” ~~ SB’s variation of Friedrich Nietzsche’s classic affirmation ~~ A cold morning at the...
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