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The Choice is Yours October 31, 2010

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Fivolia (pronounced fih-voh-lee-uh) was walking with his grandmother down the path. His grandmother had recently gone blind, so she was having a hard go of things and because of this, Fivolia did his best to tell his grandmother what he was seeing. He really felt very bad for her and wanted to make sure that she could still enjoy things even though she couldn’t see. It was clear in the tone of Fivolia’s voice, too, that he was almost worried for his grandmother. They moved in some semblance of paired-ness, with no real destination in mind – that he knew of.

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Remembering When I Was Great October 23, 2010

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Yomi (pronounced yo-mee) was sitting on the back steps. He lowered his hand down to the cedar and gently grazed it over the soft wood. He smiled as he remembered when he first conceived of the idea to build such a magnificent place. He was young and he would often sit in silence thinking. In these instances of silent thinking, many ideas would come to him. Yomi would be bombarded with thoughts from all over the place. He usually wondered where they came from until he stumbled upon an idea that he thought was sheer brilliance. When this happened, he would engage in some sort of physical movement so as to commit the idea to long-term memory.

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Painting Procreation October 22, 2010

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She dabbed the brush in the red paint. Villy (pronounced vill-ee) lifted the brush to the canvas and effected a stroke. Immediately, she thought that the red was too bright, so she mixed it with some brown and the resulting mixture was a much darker red. The brush rose to the canvas again and she began to paint the sun. She wanted the base col[u]r of the sun to be quite rouge and the red that she had chosen was not going to fail her. She put down the brush and picked up a different brush. This brush, she dabbed it in the orange.

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Discover Your Joy September 16, 2010

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Cinidia (pronounced see-nee-dee-uh) sat on the heel of the shore as the surf rolled in up to his toes. His eyes looking out over the horizon and seeing nothing but ocean. It was a magnificent sight for him – ocean as far as the eye could see. There was something about the waves for Cinidia that was so calming. It never really dawned on him just what it was, but that wasn’t important. To him, being with the water, the ocean, and the waves, that was what was important to him. Especially the waves…

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