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I sort of fell off the planet for awhile. Since I have returned I have noticed an upsurge in really great art, I only hope that my own additions are worthy of such lofty company. to all those who create and all those who admire I love you all.

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JM Beaulieu
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This is a sad day so I think I shall be morose. when I was a boy not yet a teenager our cat had kittens. She was a long time pet and had absorbed much love from the family. She gave birth to her litter under the porch and as they were still new to the world we contented ourselves with watching them from a distance. My sisters and I were eager for the Kittens to open their eyes so that we might bring them out and play with them, but this was never to be. One night our cat took her young and disappeared. We looked everywhere for them, but one by one she had spirited them off beyond our reach. With heavy hearts we drove to my cousins that day. we spent the afternoon playing and the kittens became only a sub thought in the back of our children's minds. It's a funny thing about tragedy whether big or small it by it's very nature is unpredictable and unavoidable. That being acknowledged it is the human condition to torment ourselves with what if questions. What could I have done to avoided this? It was not till we approached the car to leave that we heard the fateful mewling of the kittens coming from under the hood of the car. Our cat had stowed her kittens up inside of the cars engine the night before. and when we popped the hood we found two dead, one healthy and one mortally wounded. The mother was fine. I was a sensitive boy and my heart broke upon witnessing the pain and horror before me. I insisted that the wounded kitten a yellow and white stripped thing stay in a box in my room for the night. I had hoped that my just being there might help it pull through. I suspect my parents knew otherwise but I was not to be deterred and perhaps they felt it was time for me to learn that most important of lessons. the one that prevents us form sleeping one night as we realize we and all we know will one day die. But whatever there reasoning they allowed me to keep the kitten with me. I would like to say I stayed awake the whole night on my vigil but try as I might I could not stave off sleeps eventual embrace. I can never forget the look of that little cat, the damage it's tiny form had endured. A chopped nose clipped ear broken twisted forelimb and that was just what I could see. it's breathing was shallow before we got it home in the box and its small gurgled mewling was pitiful and heart wrenching. To no ones surprise but my own the little yellow kitten died in the night while I slept. I cant remember exactly but I am certain I cried and buried the it's poor broken body in the back yard.
Sometimes it isn't until later in life that we understand the significance of the defining moments of our youth. I think that little kitten in the box taught me more in one night than many of my teachers taught me throughout my school career. We cant save everyone or everything and while we may fail and we may hurt for the failing it is never a wasted effort to try.

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JM Beaulieu
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Today I had the esteemed pleasure of meeting the arch Bishop of Grundwald a small province in the out reaches of Beltinwif. I was astounded at how personable he was and felt comfortable in asking if he waxes. to which he replied that the lord doth loath an abundance of hair upon the bums of man. Wise man.

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JM Beaulieu
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I find the unbidden thoughts to be the most devious thoughts of all. they come unwelcome and without preamble. a stranger at the party that no one remembers inviting. and what outright macabery they tote about and thrust upon the unwary. It is the oily madness of a dream, leaving behind the sticky residue of shameful lust. No I do not know him... I thought he was a friend of yours.

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JM Beaulieu
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