July 26, 2007
Masters of the art
are we, the ancient ones
weaving one reality into the next
until there is no longer differentiation
between reality and fiction
and in between
is where we spend our days.
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From July 20, 2007
There’s something magical about a breeze that’s just the right temperature caressing your skin. I’m leaning against my car waiting for Bryan to pick me up for our road trip to Boston, it’s five to nine in the morning. Everything is super vivid; the light airy wisps of white across the baby blue […]
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