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How many loves
can you have
in one's life?
To have feelings
for others is,
good for your Soul.
Caring for others,
who have become
your close friends.
Is it wrong
to love others,
in this magical way
or just a pretending
at which we play?
I wish I knew
the answer, I do,
but it wouldn't change
what I like about you.

I love the smell
of hot bees wax,
at the Rooster Bakery,
which is also a winery.
The owner was doing
his signature move
for his latest wine bottling.
Dipping the neck of
the bottle of wine,
into the hot bees wax,
provides a seal
and an aroma
of great appeal.
All word of mouth,
but the favored wines
are as good as any
I have tasted.
A tip! He also makes
many different flavored
brandies. A favorite, is Pear.
They are open for tasting,
you really should try
them. My favorite wine
is the Merlot.
It's always worth a stop
if your in Woodinville.

Will you love me tomorrow,
when I've gone my way?
Or will I soon be forgotten,
all memories gone from here,
as the light in my Soul,
until the flame dies?

Be the light
not the darkness,
in this life we live.
There will be a tomorrow;
Another chance to succeed.

As a card carrying bleeding heart snowflake liberal, I watch with bemusement the hair-on-fire panic of my fellow commies who seem to be predicting the end of the world as they know it and the demise of all things progressive. The 3.5 trillion dollar Build it Better budget, surprise surprise, is a political football. My socialist pals are wringing their collective hands, cursing the two senators who are roadblocking the bill and all the Republicans who refuse to raise the debt ceiling, hoping the Dems will take the blame for the deficits of the past, oh, couple of decades.

I admit that I gnash my teeth and pound my fists but when I calm down I try to remember we sent Trump into exile down at Mar-a-Lago to hold court with his jesters and funders, plotting a return from that grave in 2024. I expect he’ll either be in federal prison by then or his hopes for another grand entry down the T. Tower escalator will be more than likely a grand jury, just one more prediction that crashes and burns. Meanwhile, back at the sausage factory, a package will be emerging from this Congress, one that may not have 3.5 trillion as a price tag but will more than likely legislate provisions for more health care, maybe even dental, possibly prescription drug cost reductions, child care, subsidized community college tuition, climate change provisos, rural internet, all this and more. What we down here on the South End call a liberal agenda, one coming to a theater near all of us.

So maybe it won’t be a total Green New Deal and maybe it won’t be single payer national health care and probably it won’t make everyone happy, but … geez, c’mon, we’re swerving to the left in an electric car. Who knows, we might even tax the rich and the corporations that don’t pay their fair share. Quit yer crying, I say, and stop expecting perfection. Progress isn’t a bad alternative.

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NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The small, northern constellation Triangulum harbors this magnificent face-on spiral galaxy, M33. Its popular names include the Pinwheel Galaxy or just the Triangulum Galaxy. M33 is over 50,000 light-years in diameter, third largest in the Local Group of galaxies after the Andromeda Galaxy (M31), and our own Milky Way. About 3 million light-years from the Milky Way, M33 is itself thought to be a satellite of the Andromeda Galaxy and astronomers in these two galaxies would likely have spectacular views of each other's grand spiral star systems. As for the view from planet Earth, this sharp image shows off M33's blue star clusters and pinkish star forming regions along the galaxy's loosely wound spiral arms. In fact, the cavernous NGC 604 is the brightest star forming region, seen here at about the 4 o'clock position from the galaxy center. Like M31, M33's population of well-measured variable stars have helped make this nearby spiral a cosmic yardstick for establishing the distance scale of the Universe.

Photo by Bernard Miller

Sleep the sleep,
sleep like the dead.
Sleep until the ache
is gone from my head.

My love for you,
still glows in my heart,
although mentally,
we have grown apart.

Someone asked me,
one time in school,
"Why do you take Home Economics?"
I replied, because there are mostly girls.
What else do you say,
when your bodies afire,
and those raging hormones
shrink your teen age brain.
I shall not answer,
I won't try to explain,
as I will not suffer,
for my youthful disdain.

Hello neighbors,
hello my friends.
Writing these words
not to make amends,
but to say, I appreciate you
for your response,
when my writing is crude.
I won't apologize for
the content I wrote,
for there are times,
when my mind was broke.
I write out the words,
I hear in my head,
there are some lively,
but many are dead,
from overuse ,by a hack,
very much like me.
I hope you understand
my writers disability.

Hearing the sound of your voice,
when you are close to me,
sparks the light within
as I recall our earlier we.

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