Life as a Fiction

Musings, come-ons, gags and stories. I mix business with pleasure and invite you to blur the boundaries with me.

Not A Lonely Soul

It’s where we met a couple of retired turquoise miners and stopped in Little Blue Bird [of] Mine to gather more magic to carry us home: some Indian arrowheads, copper ore, a dream catcher and some history. A white buffalo painted on a blue bottle we left behind, believing the sacred beast was meant to bless the white haired man who held it in his dusty shop.

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