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MEMORIES AND WRITINGS OF STANLEY ALBERT RICE who died March 31, 1988 from injuries he suffered in a car accident on March 13th.  He was 20 years old and worked as a carpenter.  Stan lives in our hearts forever.  I will be posting pictures of Stanley(not too many because he didn't like his picture taken).  When Bill and I cleaned his room we found drawings and poems that he had written that I never knew about.  What beautiful memories.

Beauty From Stan’s Eyes

There on the lake a sheet of glass

that shows Mother Nature at her best,

reflecting the beauty of her autumn season…

Thanksgiving is around the corner.

Where will I be?  Only if you could see

what my eyes have seen.

A swan wasting a day on the smooth glass top

of the lake that hides the wonders

of some minds.  So dark but so alive. . .

So confined but so free. . . Yet the water flows,

but stays the same --- so much beauty in a place

at which no one looks.

I don't know when Stan wrote this and he did die from injuries from a car crash 

.Have you ever been there but never been there until you got there?

Having dreams that come true.... I had a dream about my right leg and one about me having trouble driving because of it.  I feel what's going to happen before it happens.  I have a bad feeling about this coming week ---about me.  I feel something  is going to happen, but I don't know when.  But I live day by day and hour by hour.  Nobody knows my next move. bye-bye.

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You look so beautiful for everyone to see, but no one takes notice of how life used to be.  Clouds of beauty remind us of how it would be:  beauty in the skies at night when the sun's about to be gone---their wonder of colors with no names and which nobody could capture in a painting.  You look so nice in the city your horizons going to the length of which no  eyes could see.  So much beauty which nobody else remembers to see.  I shall have it in my mind all the time.

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Playing together for so long til a night came with so many pieces.  With a little rum she was confused, but she let it happen and she held the keys to us playing again.  But does she, or do we, need a break from the game or shall she want time in it, or her friend?

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Looking into your eyes but seeing no love at  all but those who are around me see it through and through.  Why don't I see it?  Am I blind or just lost in another world trying to find my way out?  Which way do I go?  Should I follow and continue or should I just turn back and head down the dark lonely road til I find myself or another?  I can't run and hide.  I fear there is much too much for me to miss.

How many times have we gone out into the night and how many times did you return with me?  Though you say " You know how I feel for you",  you never tell me.  I have a mind that uses its thoughts in many ways and comes up with many answers.  I enjoy hanging out with you, but you go and you make me feel like John, and you tell me about him in many ways.

                      So I guess this is "Bye" til the                                                                                          next time you cross my path     - Me

The weekend passed... so shitty the weather, but the time was great being at at place when the time was right and going to parties in the nights.  There were okay places there -- the drink and talk.                   Feeling of life is short.   .55