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Thanks for clicking in. I hope you dig some of my words. By the way, the background image is an embroidered mantle from the Peruvian Paracas culture ca. 600 b.c. It depicts flying figures with their hair streaming in the wind. Each one is carrying a spear or a baton in one hand and a fan in the other. Flying - VM

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The Last Tree


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In April of '92 amid the rioting and burning of L.A. the writing bug tapped me on the shoulder while I was at j.o.b and it's infected me ever since. Some of my stories are true life experiences while others are just words dancing with each other, hopefully painting odd pictures for the reader. This blog's a taste of what I do.
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