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Posted by Maverick ~ on May 27, 2016
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Maverick’s residence while in Juneau, Alaska

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Had a great view of downtown Juneau and cruise ships in the harbor.

I have returned from the great state of Alaska and had a wonderful time the six days I was there.  Probably good that I wasn’t there any longer as I now have a ton of photos to go through which I’ll share as I get to them.  Primarily they’re from the Juneau and Skagway area.  There’s also lots of blog likes and messages in my absence to respond to which I’ll get to eventually, thank you.

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Tomorrow morning we go to Skagway
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Form of the rose ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 25, 2016
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Repost – Hiatus

Blake
Jorge Luis Borges

Where will the rose in your hand exist
that lavishes, without knowing, intimate gifts?
Not in colour, because the flower is blind,
nor in the sweet inexhaustible fragrance,
nor in the weight of the petal. Those things
are sparse and remote echoes.
The real rose is more elusive.
Perhaps a pillar or a battle
or a firmament of angels, or an infinite
world, secret and necessary,
or the joy of a god we will not see
or a silver planet in another sky
or a terrible archetype lacking
the form of the rose.

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Ghost of a Rose ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 24, 2016
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Repost – Hiatus

Ghost of a Rose
Blackmore’s Night

 The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue…
A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him…
She would say…
“Promise me, when you see, a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…”

Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her…
When she would say…
“Promise me, when you see, a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…”

When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He’d hear her say…
“Promise me , when you see, a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…”

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A Rose and Milton ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 23, 2016
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A Rose and Milton
From the generations of roses
That are lost in the depths of time
I want one saved from oblivion,
One spotless rose, of all things
That ever were. Fate permits me
The gift of choosing for once
That silent flower, the last rose
That Milton held before him,
Unseen. O vermilion, or yellow
Or white rose of a ruined garden,
Your past still magically remains
Forever shines in these verses,
Gold, blood, ivory or shadow
As if in his hands, invisible rose.
Jorge Luis Borges

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You learn ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 21, 2016
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“You Learn” – Jorge Luis Borges

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth…

And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.

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Hiatus ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 20, 2016
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The blog will be on hiatus for the next week but it’ll run on auto pilot with some pre-programed
reposts during my absence.  I’ll be in Alaska and my internet connection and time might be iffy.
I shall be returning (if a bear don’t eat me) next week on the 27th.  Thank you for your support.

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“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous

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A Red, Red Rose

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 19, 2016
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A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

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