Thoughts on life.
What a convoluted and densely packed 24 hours.
I’m a little adrift and far from my own thoughts
Hope and compassion Are real.
A dream and an impossible job.
Her silhouette, Brown mustard figure Against glowing amber oak. Laces and strings, Scarf and tassels; Looped and tied; Girded and saddled.
Do you rumble? Do you roar?
It does not think about the afternoon, with it’s faded colors and too-bright sun.
I’m starting a diet … but it’s not what you think. You gotta put all thoughts of food aside. This isn’t about food.
I’d love to tell you the story of a woman who wouldn’t sit still.
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