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Viewed from the shop doorway, despite his haphazard zigging, and seemingly aimless zagging, the shabby-looking stranger was surely heading for Señor Alvarez’s mini-mercado. Almost in the single-minded manner of an ancient bloodhound on the trail of a half-forgotten, but much-loved sausage, to the grocer’s well-trained eye.
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Daily Writings About The End Of Illusions
To write about my memories, past and present
An exploration into understanding the complexities of the Chemical Age, the Synthetic Chemical Revolution, and the toxins that impact us all
Singer / Songwriter / Writer / Outsider / Poet / Photos / Collecting Life's Strange Things ...and a Book For Sale
Une fois. Encore.
Public interest issues, policy, equality, human rights, social science, analysis
Hold your verve
More Coyotes than Wolves
My journey into sketching and drawing in and around Jimena de la Frontera, Andalucia