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I stood behind the 8mm Brownie Movie Camera at the 1961 Macy’s Day Parade. My Dad had his finger on the trigger. I squirmed to the front for a better look. Nothin’ more to say–a caption attached to a moment in time and space.
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River grabbed a breakfast burrito from the food truck at the downtown outdoor market in Las Cruces. That and a steaming hot Latté pushed Dusty’s demise from her mind. Passionate about shopping she bought clothing, jewelry and art on her expense account. It was easy to stay under her daily allowance if she traded fancy lodging for campsites. She never thought that Dusty ...
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With the wind and a few distant coyotes as her only company, River pulled the blanket closer. She longed for the touch of a human hand and tried to recall how it felt to be wanted. She had given up on love long ago, but hated to be alone. Men didn’t stick around, but at least ...