Poetic Text on Textured Paper

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Poetic Text on Textured Paper

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This image features a page of text with a vintage, slightly textured appearance, resembling aged paper. The page appears to be a spread from what may be a book or collection of poetry/essays. The tone of the text is philosophical and evocative. The background is a light neutral color. There is a small toy truck visible at the bottom-left corner.

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KERRY KEINE THINKING 276 found in the briefcase read: “Dead dogs are a comfort too,” he wondered, and dead dogs and grieving can dogs relate to my challenge?” He thought things, yes, and how column owners relate to the idea arrived. The idea: an obituary could attempt to emulate. Pet lovers like to emulate. Pet lovers liked — and since most people have pets, creepulation could attempt to emulate. The obituaries are really personal by writing about what the pet did all day. For example, a typical bit or reads: Jazz, my dog, to spend in Miami Vice was unremarkable. Like so many of us, he liked to watch television. Miami Vice,” “Wise potato chips were his favorite snack. Her occasional outbursts of temper, often bright on when others tried to jazz lived in the recliner, vacation just once. You certainly don’t have to go to the Dakotas - you may feel more comfortable writing during scenarios on beaches, scenarios that center on imaginary setting, voy- ages, times, mysteries, or whatever involves search for messages and images from your unconscious to actively possible for messages and images from your unconscious. Remember, the mouse. Doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, so long as it teaches the mouse. Nor does it matter if it does it of your conscious or unconscious psyche. Following is another of my favorite guided imagery. Relax, titled Storm. Use the same procedures you used in the Dakotas, another for symbols of your chal- lenge, and ask your unconscious to images to images to help you resolve your challenge. STORM You had never seen such a sunset. Then such a sunset, the sun as a dying coal, ringed with black before it near the horizon. After the sun set, the sunset seemed to roll upon looked for a few minutes, then the eerie sky seemed to strain with the earth white down and the road that ought to be beneath your feet was worked with black your head. And then the sky turned black, but if flickers again and you do not recognize it as lightning. But if flickers again and again and soon is almost constant. Then comes the thunder, with a sound that seems to roll