the raising of hands
the freedom of it
the spontaneity of it
the folding of arms
the instinct of it
the comfort of it
the closing of eyes
the desire of it
the necessity of it
the kneeling of knees
the humility of it
the pause of it
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I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow. --Vienna Teng. OK, I don't really feel like that (toujours), but it's rather poetic, and I aspire to be such. Here you may read about some of the happenings in my life. Love, peace, and happiness to all.
"Sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story."
--Tim O'Brien
--Tim O'Brien
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I love this! You never cease to amaze me with your talent!
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