I process my world through words. It starts in my brain and heart, gets scribbled down on paper. Sometimes when I feel brave, they get thrown back out into the world.
Glasses are meant to be filled
With the stuff that nourishes us,
Releases us, Gives us pleasure,
Makes us real and whole.
Beware of the insatiable.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
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