Port Austin Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper, keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
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I is I love you No matter what you may do You are my heart, child.
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer, an old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea,… Continue reading