Tag Archives: dreams

Connemara morning

Posted on April 23, 2013 by billcastro

early morning rain ancient rhythms in the mist from dreams I awake still tapping to the music soft Irish morning welcomes

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When did imagination die?

Posted on April 16, 2013 by billcastro

I remember the world my best friend and I created as children. We grew up in a small town in the southwest Arizona desert, and the desert that surrounded us was our playground. With a clear sky and wide open … Continue reading →

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