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Tradewind Conifer (#60c0a0 to #c0e060)

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WEDNESDAY'S POETRY PROMPTS: 5/8/24 ~ TRADE WIND POSSIBILITIES

TRADEWIND POSSIBILITIES © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) =================== I get up, Pour a cup, Drag a comb across my head. Check the news, I get the blues, Makes me wanna go back to bed.

Caught in the doldrums of our day-to-day; So tell me, tell me, what do you say, We get away?

Let’s go, Where the trade winds blow, Sail the seas, Of possibilities. Stop at all, The ports of call, Just you and me, Just you and me.

Another nine-to-five, Another hour-long drive, Both ways in and out. Can’t you see It doesn’t have to be? No doubt, no doubt.

Living this life as if we’re indentured; Tired of being an old back-bencher! We need an adventure!

So let’s go, Where the trade winds blow, Sail the seas, Of possibilities. No time for bad news; Let’s head out on a sunset cruise? Just you and me, Just you and me.

Visit the Keys, visit Jamaica, Visit the Bahamas, if you wanna, I won’t make ya. Go to Hawaii, go to Tahiti, Go to the Solomons, whataya say, Sweetie?

Let’s go, Where the trade winds blow, Sail the seas, Of possibilities. Stop at all, The ports of call, Just you and me, Just you and me.

Stop at all, The ports of call, Just you and me, Just you and me.

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UK 1985

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R3Y-2 Tradewind

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The Convair R3Y Tradewind was the only turboprop-powered flying boat to enter U.S. Navy service. Designed as a replacement for the Martin JRM Mars transport, five R3Y-1 and six R3Y-2 aircraft were built. In September 1956, the crew of this R3Y-2 carried out the first-ever simultaneous refueling of four F9F-8 Cougar fighters from VF-111 at NAS North Island (lockheed martin)

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Tradewinds Launch - A Fae Tales Novel - Jan 31st

FULL NOVEL RELEASE on JANUARY 31st - EXCLUSIVE to REAM & PATREON ONLY

In the dangerous, ethereal realm of the fae, alliances between the Seelie and Unseelie fae merchants are few. Some say impossible. Matan, a Seelie fae and peacock pheasant shifter with a talent for trade, must keep his Seelie alignment a secret as he embarks on a perilous journey to gather wealth and save a loved one from a terrible curse. He joins an Unseelie merchant caravan of fae who would surely eat him if they learned of his alignment. The enigmatic Udir, a paranoid Unseelie master of poisons and bearded vulture shifter, discovers Matan’s secret and threatens to blackmail him in exchange for vile favours. But Udir’s bravado and bluster hides a painful past and Matan isn’t as innocent or as naïve as he seems. Amid bustling markets, savvy clients, and travelling to new lands Matan has never seen before, Tradewinds is a story of love, found family, trust, betrayal, and the healing that can grow in the shadows of the vibrant, perilous southern fae lands.

Foxhall @ Ream (available on the Gary+Efnisien tiers or higher) Foxhall @ Patreon (available on the Gary+Efnisien tiers of higher)

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the brothers karamazov, ivan pyrev, kirill lavrov, mikhail ulyanov 1968

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Bought a Guidewing from @magpie-sphinx 🎏 meet Koinobori, the Ancura's archipelago postmaster !

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Opal Tradewind (#aac8c8 to #67b2b1)

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WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 5/8/24

From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides...

Write a POSSIBILITIES poem.  Write a poem about things that are possible, even if not likely.  Or write a poem about things that aren't possible that you wish were.  Or write a poem about things that are likely, but for whatever reason are impossible.  Only you know what is possible with this one.

And from Sherwin-Williams comes this randomly selected color name from their "covers the earth" palette:

TRADEWIND

Remember: 

These prompts are springboards to creativity. 

Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

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UK 1985

[freyadragonlord]

Biani: so, are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Udir: I'm the Knife!!

Matan: he's the little spoon

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"Hey it's me I just...I'm sorry. I still love you I just want you to be happy."

Was the message that David Sullivan left for Colleen Murphy right before he hung up the receiver that seemed to feel like it weighed a ton. The booze was hitting him now, Black Velvet and Diet Coke with had always been Col's favorite 'guilty tipple' when they were out sailing for some uncharted place, not that he ever let her steer the boat. He honestly hadn't known that she had her boating license let alone an international one. Why hadn't he thought to ask her any of this? They could have sailed full time together, like she was now with the guy she met in Florida. Now last he'd heard from her mother when he called a week ago was that they were now enjoying a vacation together. Her and what's his face. Minnie had said this schmuck looked like Kurt Russell. But he was blonde and tanned and gentle with Colly. Fuck. Florida. What was the place called? Slumping down into the captain's chair of the 'Green Eyed Lady' Dave wracked his brain through the alcohol haze.

"Fuck. FLORIDA!"

The fact that his ex girlfriend was now sailing a vessel that he could only dream of setting foot while setting down roots with a guy so totally the opposite of him, he had been good to her...hadn't he? He thought so. Now she was following the Coconut Milk Run with some blonde southern hunk that looked like her favorite actor while he piddled away time taking charter runs for tourists. Rolling onto his side he reached up and turned on the sound system on the outdoor deck.

we got eighty feet of the waterline, nicely making way. In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you. But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.

Her favorite song. Of fucking course. A hazy flash of memory smacked him as he tried to calm himself. Another slug from the bottle of black velvet would do it. Lost in his memory he saw it fold out in his mind's eye. She had gone out with Helene, her best friend for a night on the town. Something big and very important had come in the mail that day and she had decided to celebrate. He waved her off as he was trying to get ready for a guys night himself and left her with a distracted kiss. Fast forward to him getting home at 6AM the following morning and seeing seven messages on the answering machine from Colleen to come and pick them up since they were having car trouble and it was late, nearly 2 AM. Dave was all the way in Jersey at that moment in time tangled up with a stripper named Kelly. Colleen and Helene finally managed to get a lift from Hel's Dad who was the one trying to call him right now. A groan escaped his lips as the memory faded. He couldn't quite put the puzzle pieces together but they were forming. If he had only asked what had come in the mail he'd have known and gone out to celebrate with them. That had been the day she had received her boating licensure and the title to the Trade Winds vessel. A surprise for him as a big anniversary gift even though they weren't married or even engaged. Just together for ten years.

Flicking the dial it seemed every station, including the weather and talk radio channels, were playing it.

"What the fuck..."

You will survive being bested. Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you at the Southern Cross.

Her final message to him. She was just fine and he'd best go find his own happiness. She didn't want him muddying hers anymore than he already had.