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The 3rd Annual Middletown Springs Town Gathering
The 3rd annual Middletown Springs Town Gathering was held on Sunday, September 24, 2023, in Middletown Springs, Vermont. We hope you’ll join what’s becoming a wonderful tradition in Middletown Springs—the Annual Town Gathering! What started as a way to come together emerging from the pandemic—and a special opportunity to welcome a small influx of newcomers—has evolved into a celebration of neighbors and neighborliness, no matter whether you’re a remote-working newcomer or a tale-spinning old timer! So, join your neighbors in Mineral Springs Park on Sunday, September 24, 3:30-5pm to have some fun, eat some delicious food and meet each other.—Middletown Springs Newsletter, September 2023 You are free to use these…
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Whispers Of The Morning Muse
September 2023
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Memories Of The 1990’s
This morning, memories of the 1990’s unfolded before me as I let my mind wander back to those golden years. There’s a comfort in nostalgia, a gentle reminder that amidst the evolving moments of our lives, some remain etched in of our hearts, untouched and evergreen. Lately, as the brisk September wind dances through the leaves, I find myself enveloped in a warm embrace of yesteryears, a tender reunion with the moments that sculpted me into the woman I am today. I cast my memory back to the unforgettable summer of 1996—a time of blooming discoveries and the sweet taste of freedom. That summer held the magical paradox of youthful…
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Whispers From The Campfire: My Journey To Self-Discovery
In life, there are those fleeting moments, those keyframes, where everything seems to hang in a gentle pause, allowing us to glimpse the deeper truths hidden beneath the surface of our daily lives. As I reminisce about those pivotal moments in my journey, I realize how they sculpted the resilient, independent, and adventurous woman I am today. I remember when I was 14, a tender age where the world seemed a lot simpler, yet immensely complicated. I sat amongst friends, surrounded by the gentle flicker of the campfire that cast elongated shadows on everyone’s faces. The air was thick with promises of everlasting friendship, binding pacts sealed with the innocence…
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Whispers Of The Wind
From the instant I step onto the dew-kissed grass each morning, I am warmly welcomed by a caress of nature—a harmonious blend of forest scents, brought forth by the gentle summer breeze. To many, the countryside might merely be an expanse of land, but to me, it’s an ever-evolving landscape of life’s simplest yet profound joys. Dawn in the countryside is not just an awakening of the day, but of the soul. It’s a symphony led by nature, with melodies of chirping birds and harmonies of rustling leaves. The skies here don’t just dawn; they blossom, painting hues of ambers and pinks over the sprawling fields and undulating hills. The…
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New England Central Railroad 2168
August 2023
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Vermont Rail System 209
August 2023
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Seeking Happiness
Throughout human existence, there has existed a common thread—seeking happiness, connection, and purpose. This yearning is universal to the human condition, yet the paths we carve are uniquely our own. If happiness had a blueprint, my life would be infinitely simpler. A loved one by my side, a single passion to pursue, and endless dreams, and possibilities always on the horizon. This trifecta, they say, is the essence of contentment. But my journey, tangled and unpredictable, often leaves me wondering—where’s the map? I am a woman named Thomas. Born amid the flashing lights and echoing sirens of New York City, I now find myself in Vermont, where nature sings a…
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The Seasons Of My Life
Last night, nestled deep within the embrace of my blankets, I found myself lost in a dream on a journey through time. The landscape of my dreams is often a curious one, a theater where the scenes that unfold often transcend the boundaries of waking reality. As I fell asleep, I was transported to the various turning points of my life, watching, as if on a silver screen, the highs and lows, the joys and sorrows. The seasons of my life have never been kind to me, changing not just in weather, but in emotion and spirit. Like trees in winter, I’ve sometimes felt bare, stripped of hope and warmth.…
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Time Is An Irrelevant Social Construct
In a world driven by schedules, dates, and tangible landmarks of time, I have chosen a different rhythm to which my heart beats. I don’t mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, or karma holders. Rather, my existence sings with the colors of memories, the whispers of feelings, and the variety of emotions and senses that form my experiences of life. Time is an inescapable linear progression of our reality. But in attempting to make sense of its relentless march, we’ve become attached to the irrelevant social construct of dates, which to most, become anchors in our existence year after year. They tether us to shared histories, common celebrations,…
