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oh freedomoh freedomoh freedom over meand before i’ll be a slavei’ll be burried in my graveand go home to my Lordand be free i’m in a singing mood.

some glad morningwhen this life is overi’ll fly away…when i die, hallelujah by and byi’ll fly away now that’s where i get a bit confused. is it talking about being …

i’m working more on my writing…it’s a love-hate combo. well, hate’s a bit strong. sometimes the editing/reworking process is actually enjoyable. other times it’s a right pain. today has been …

curling is fabulous! it’s the sort of thing you can’t do just once…well, i can’t do it just once even though my first time has left me in pain…but i’ll …

two nights later….i saw/heard jane bunnett and the spirits of havana…lovelysidenote: i’ve tried to describe music lately and no adjective seems sufficient/qualified/right.(meanwhile, back on the ranch) jane plays soprano sax …

millions of teens across north america blog. they detail deeply personal things that would shock, and do shock, the pants off their parents. blogging has replaced the dear old diary …

forgive the title but understand that with mornings come all sorts of regrets and brilliant thoughts, the thoughts that somehow escaped you just hours prior. the interview was good…………..i think. …