Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Mist
Fields above are vanishing this morning, fading into tracings of trees and blades of grass in the mist. But I'm clear, and I'm real, and I'm grateful. My lines are firm, and I know where I begin and end.
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Infinity to infinity, we begin and end. :-) --Steve
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