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Black Dolphin

Stippler:

Awesome writing Kendall!!!

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City of Dynamitepart One City of Brotherly Love

An inescapable Russian prison
built for the hardest criminal minds
and murdering sons of bitches. 
- Black Dolphin

black dolphin
city by celine meisser

In 1986, northern California would be hit by the Pineapple Express, a series of storms originating in the pacific ocean and lining up like box cars, slamming into the Golden State one right after the next. Prone to droughts, it did not take long for the rivers and system of levees to fill to their brims and the saturated ground could take no more, but still the rains came and it would not be long before the levee system, built to protect the low lying valley floor from flooding – failed. In the capital city of the most populous state in the union, Sacramento sat at the bullseye of catastrophe, both man made and natural disaster.

The levees were filling…

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A Precious Circle

Stippler:

Wonderful writing Kendall, a great story as well.
Thank you

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A Family Silhouette by Ozgur Poyrazoglu
A Family Silhouette by Ozgur Poyrazoglu

A Precious Circle by Kendall F. Person, thepublicblogger

She awoke one morning, and somehow felt different.
The sickness overwhelmed her, yet she had no fever.
She wanted to walk, but her feet hurt her.
The sunshine was mild, still it did heat her.

It did not go away, so she saw her doctor.
When the news was delivered, it unnerved her.
She was carrying a child, and it so moved her.
When she finally told him, it was a time of beauty.

It grew inside, and it changed her.
He smiled each time, it moved inside her.
Their love had changed, it became deeper.
A family being made, both were  now richer.

Her water broke, he was so nervous.
The time had come, it was predestined.
She pushed so hard, it was exhausting.
By her side, he stood unbending.

She could not describe, how…

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Man on a Mission…. to change lives

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Knowing that even through the struggles,
life is a gift and our life matters,
and each one of us can make a contribution,
no matter our stature and despite our imperfections.
– Kendall F. Person, Violence

man on a mission
People’s Hearing on Prisons

 Quest for Peace entry Six {QP6}

On a typical trip around social media I came across a video on Facebook, shared by one of our resident artist, Nafiys Walters of Philadelphia. With so many wonderful (and not so wonderful) music and videos, that are shared, I am certain I miss more than I hear. But I did watch this one and I am glad I did, for I met an ordinary man attempting to accomplish the .extraordinary. Michael OG Law hails from the City of Brotherly Love. We have only had a brief chat, so his history I am still learning, but there is something about his passion that…

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What a wonderful story

Kendall, such a Spine tingling story. It is amazing that 50 years had passed and they were able to locate each other and reunite all that they had missed, it is too bad that the mother was not around to see that. I know of a similar plight, that I went through myself. Granted, it was only an eight year span which is only a portion of what they went through But I was eight years old when my father had left and it took another eight years, a whole lifetime for me at that age, before seeing him again at 16. I wouldn’t change a thing, we have become friends over these years and it is as if that eight your span never happened, to a degree anyway. But of course that is until I start thinking about it, and that usually occurs when I read stories like this, but it makes me feel good that these reunions do finally happen.
Thank you again for posting this, I ensure there are hundreds and hundreds of people out there that have someone in their lives that they have lost touch with for one reason or another and all it would take is a phone call to reconnect that separation, because that’s what it took for me. In this instance I am referring to lost an old friends, and if it were not for the Internet, I still wouldn’t have a clue as to the whereabouts and the well-being’s of so many people that I cared for years ago that I have recently, within the last few years anyway, have been reunited with and that would change that for the world either.
Until next time my friend, keep spreading the word of love, life, and happiness.

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