If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Real Time, Real Nature,
appears to be an alien place-not my yard and field. we are now totally encaptured by the cloud cover-10 minutes of running frantically from corner to corner of my house and yard(no medication in me yet-enough fortitude to think to grab a set of lenses as I ran out the door.
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