Dogs
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by Carol Roper The house was quiet now at a few minutes to 8:00 a.m. The first two hours upon awakening were pandemonium, a word rarely used in contemporary times but a suitable description of the events that occurred each morning around 5 a.m. But now the sun was above the two-floor house across the…
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BY Carol Roper Five years after I left, I returned to a rustic community in Northern San Diego to buy a small cottage for me and my dog to settle in for a long retirement. I brought my SUV to a stop at the edge of town in front of a California colonial style…
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(Based on an actual event) by Carol Roper It’s early on a bright Sunday morning in January. I’m walking my, smallish, white part terrier/Chihuahua dog in Riviera Park. Flags of all nations wave from poles along the front of fenced, manicured gardens. Technically the park is closed at this hour, but I live nearby and…
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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…
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