There is no time for moods.
Sweep them out with cinnamon brooms.
Annoint the floors with Florida water.
Start anew.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
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The invisible. The impossible. The infinite. The mysterious. The awe of the obvious. Beyond time and space, we are here together in the precious present.
I have my own time zone, thank you.
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