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Seventy years ago, the United Nation released "The Universal Declaration of Human Rights", which emphasized that everyone on Earth has the right to dignity and equality. In the intervening years many governments across the planet (even those who are members of the United Nations) has ignored this declaration, either to their own citizens or to immigrants seeking asylum and a new home. There are probably several reasons for this; however, (in my opinion) the main reasons are lack of maturity and holding to old, and outdated, ways of thinking.

I was offline for almost a week. I've been back online for about a week, and, in that week, I review only one item. I have to get back into the swing of reviewing and writing, while transferring poems to "Devotional Poetry"  and "Poem Experiments" . This morning I set my goals for the coming week in "Weekly Goals for 2024" . I'm not sure how much of it I will accomplish, I know I will accomplish some of it. I have to change my address to several places, which I will do either online or over the landline. My smartphone died a few days ago, and I'm waiting for a replacement to arrive.

Waling through the snow on a cold December night, while listening to the crunch of her footsteps. A Snow Angel contemplate the beauty of the stars, sparkling like candles on a Christmas tree. She inhales the frigid breath of winter, and laughs. Life is good. Winter is a cold, but pleasant time of year. She remembers the snows of early spring or of late autumn are different from December snow. To her, December Snow seems fresher, purer, and more resilient.

Nothing can obscure summer's memory, it is always there. Sometimes, like the brown grass of fall, it hides beneath a blanket of snow. It hides waiting for scent, sound, taste, touch, or sight to awaken it, like the warm sun of spring awakens the green grass. Summer memories are either blessing or curses depending on the emotions associated with them. Summer memories can take us back to our childhood, and bring either laughter or tears.

I'm Back! It's a cold autumn afternoon here in Las Vegas. It's been five days since I made a blog entry, and, I think, my fingers forgot how to type. The problem could just as easily be the cold, so I need to warm my fingers ups by typing. Therefore, this entry will be poem I wrote, several years ago. I'm going through transcripts of old poems and transferring them to my poetry journals here on writing.com.