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Shadows, in the dust,
on the wooden floor,
of the vacant house,
next door.

He lived here once,
I heard someone say.
He lives here, no longer,
for he's gone away.

Will he ever return?
People have asked why?
I shrugged my shoulders,
letting out a sigh.

Let's have a game.
Here's what to do.
Write down a word,
I'll write one too.

I write my first word,
you can reply soon.
Words of a planet or
a word for the moon.

Be careful, make a choice,
picking the word, you choose.
There won't be a winner
and no one will lose.

Ready to play?
Then here goes.
What is beautiful,
but not called a Rose?

Remember to write,
just one word, at the end.
Use your imagination,
let's just pretend.
Turtle.

Tell me a story,
about when you were a boy.
An adventured you lived,
once with a friend.

Graduated, from the eighth grade,
myself and my friend.
Wanted to earn some money.
We hitchhiked from Seattle,

North to Lynden to pick strawberries.
We arrived and heard the news,
the berry season was over or done.
Reverse our journey, sleeping in a
field, outside of Bellingham, and
returned to Seattle.
Thumbs out, we needed a ride.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What's causing that unusual ray of light extending from the horizon? Dust orbiting the Sun. At certain times of the year, a band of sun-reflecting dust from the inner Solar System appears prominently after sunset or before sunrise and is called zodiacal light. The dust was emitted mostly from faint Jupiter-family comets and slowly spirals into the Sun. The featured HDR image, acquired in mid-February from the Sierra Nevada National Park in Spain, captures the glowing band of zodiacal light going right in front of the bright evening planets Jupiter (upper) and Venus (lower). Emitted from well behind the zodiacal light is a dark night sky that prominently includes the Pleiades star cluster. Jupiter and Venus are slowly switching places in the evening sky, and just in the next few days nearing their closest angular approach.

Photo by Ruslan Merzlyakovastrorms

Don't be careless,
begin at the start.
Make sure the horse,
is in front of the cart.

a broken branch
covered in clay
in pieces.

Esther Pauline "Eppie" Lederer (née Friedman; (1918 – 2002), better known by the pen name Ann Landers, was an American advice columnist and eventually a nationwide media celebrity. She began writing the "Ask Ann Landers" column in 1955 and continued for 47 years, by which time its readership was 90 million people. A 1978 World Almanac survey named her the most influential woman in the United States. She was the identical twin sister of Pauline Phillips, who wrote the "Dear Abby" advice column as Abigail Van Buren. 

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What would make a moon look like a walnut? A strange ridge that circles Saturn's moon Iapetus's equator, visible near the bottom of the featured image, makes it appear similar to a popular edible nut. The origin of the ridge remains unknown, though, with hypotheses including ice that welled up from below, a ring that crashed down from above, and structure left over from its formation perhaps 100 million years ago. Also strange is that about half of Iapetus is so dark that it can nearly disappear when viewed from Earth, while the rest is, reflectively, quite bright. Observations show that the degree of darkness of the terrain is strangely uniform, as if a dark coating was somehow recently applied to an ancient and highly cratered surface. Last, several large impact basins occur around Iapetus, with a 400-kilometer wide crater visible near the image center, surrounded by deep cliffs that drop sharply to the crater floor. The featured image was taken by the Saturn-orbiting Cassini spacecraft during a flyby of Iapetus at the end of 2004.

This life I've led,
full of daydreams
and half-truths,
has passed by.

What happens tomorrow,
or whenever the day,
if I want to hold you
and you push me away.

I remember you always,
every day of my life.
Remembering you forever,
my, most beautiful wife.

Let's meet here tomorrow,
taking one more chance,
for a new beginning,
and taste for romance.

I'm thinking of you now,
as I lay on the sheets,
of how I miss you,
tears course down my cheeks.

My emotions are ragged,
my actions, my senses,
of not being with you.
It is not my pretense.

My sleep, is quite fitful,
not sleeping at night.
My anger upsets me,
but there's nothing to fight.

Here I am,
lonely, to be,
on the precipice,
next to insanity.