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Mark Wm Smith
An overeducated, blue-collar cowboy, I grew up on along the banks of the Yellowstone River in Eastern Montana. Raised by a long haul trucker and a bartending waitress, I learned the hard ways of the modern frontier, scraping life from the unforgiving high chaparral.
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Pale Horse, Pale Rider & Miranda Rose
“I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.” — Revelation 6:8 NIV...
Miranda Rose, Gone Too Soon
Preface I wrote this and delivered it at Miranda's memorial service. It is a speech, so judge the writing accordingly. I've included some points within the post to clarify what I believe about Miranda's suffering during the last few years of her life. Future posts...
I Tells AI a Story: Scene 8
Note to readers: This article contains content created by LLM ChatGPT. The story portion is the product of my prompt and ChatGPT’s response. The rest of the article is my unadulterated creation, thunk up out of my own brain. Please, contact me with questions related...