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Post by anirbas on Aug 14, 2013 21:15:29 GMT -6
Through whorls of thought patterns my mind floats sifting through the flotsam and jetsom stored in my memory banks
I am a cottonwood seed wisp, carried to and fro on, over and above the cross currents of time, circumstance and history
Theirs, yours and my own...
Today, nothing I would change. I am at peace on the precipice of my cronedom...Well...
There is that one thing...
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Post by heartfelt7 on Aug 23, 2013 10:08:18 GMT -6
(ha) How true! There is "always" that one thing, and you're caught up in thought again. Then it's one thing after another.
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Post by anirbas on Aug 23, 2013 19:41:20 GMT -6
Thanks for your read and comments, dear Heart!!!
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