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K Mark Schofer

One is relatively at peace when one can nod off on the sofa in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. Yesterday I fell asleep with the Soap Thief on my chest.  The Soap Thief is our Jack Russel, Luna. Many would not cherish the idea of a dog sleeping on your chest. I quite like it.

And I was able to remember a dream I had. I dreamed I was in a social setting, conversing with people, and I was munching on a bar of something. That bar of something was soap.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.