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  leaves are falling ghosts are haunting melting trees breathing shivers across bare limbs in a thicket they are singing mournful ballads and a bittersweet wind tickles the strings of a lonely mandolin (c) Phyllis J. Hanniver (October 2003) Advertisements

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A Long Time Ago …

… I lived on Willow Street in Pacific Grove, CA — at the top of the hill, in a studio on top of a house.  I could hear the ocean tumbling against the shore at night.  And back then, circa … Continue reading

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