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Tuesday, May 25, 2010 / 4:16 AM
lines We all traverse along these lines, sometimes the circles. They go on and on, never seeming to end. With a touch of the sparkles, a road opens up almost immediately, and we do a little twirl and swirl and hop on the route. These lines never seem to want to come to a stop. It keeps moving in all directions and there are infinite possibilities. It seems to head up to the hill top but every way ends up at the hill top anyway. Smothered fruits? Maybe. But in between episodes of joy and grieve and anger, we learn to deal with ourselves. Handling all our sides and perspectives we learn and grow, while some fall off the branches and are at one with the earth. The sun rises and it sets, never failing its task that it has been doing since the start of god knows when. And now it's the early morning, as i head to bed and bid you good night. |
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