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A love story. Sundays are my least favorite day of the week. There is ample evidence I’m not alone in this opinion. Hospital workers are reported to dread Sundays; it’s the day most home accidents occur and statistically the day, you’re most likely to be murdered by someone close to you. This Sunday begins the…
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“You don’t love someone for their looks or their clothes, or their car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” Oscar Wilde by Carol Roper Hunched over the steering wheel of his newer model Subaru parked under the sole functioning street lamp on a side street in Rosarito Beach, Ted Pruett pondered…
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Reality, like money, God or traffic signs is a group agreement, a concept. It changes with time and location, occurs in increments or instantaneously is desired or undesired the result is the same disorientation. What was is no longer. Written by Carol Roper. Driving a silver Honda CRV south on California Interstate 5, Jules Hall…
