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Many people have misconceptions about what a producer is and
what they do. Producers are jacks of all
trades, masters of few. She or he needs people skills and technical knowledge,
while still being willing to not only think outside the box but also rip that sucker
up and reinvent it.
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Show moreThe past and the present collide in an innovative spin on the ghostly genre.Imprisoned in her family's home, the spirit of a murdered child waits for her parents to free her. But they have moved on to new lives as has her killer. Randi must bring them back together, so that they can forgive themselv
Show more"Instant
karma is going to get you."
John
Lennon
Have
you ever met someone and suddenly felt love or hate? Yet for the life of you couldn't remember meeting them. Did you wonder why? Would you
want to remember if it could save your life?
Elizabeth was asked by her mentor to teach a writing course at the small college. Since she never forgets a kindness, she reluctantly agrees.Arriving in town, she instantly regrets her decision. She wants to run, but she is honor bound to stay. Even as the ghost of a small child begs her to forgive, the memories of another time arouse feelings of hatred that she doesn't understand and cannot control. When she meets Shane, all of their lives are thrown onto a dangerous collision course from which they can neither run, nor can they hide. The question is,"Can they overcome their tragic past or will they be doomed to repeat it?"
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Riding
Homeward
By
Theresa
Chaze
The planes and ships brought me back,
but my soul was left behind.
No words could cure.
No arms could comfort.
No loved one could help me heal.
Who I was had splintered away.
I was a memory almost forgotten.
I walked from hell looking home, but I
couldn't find the way.
No way back.
No way forward.
I was lost in the land of despair.
They wanted me to be who I was.
That person didn't live anymore
Across the field not fair away, stood
one who saw my wounds.
She did not speak.
She needed no words.
Yet she comforted my wounded soul.
She help me see past the fear and the
pain.
I found the path that led me home.
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