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Pondering Life, Travel, Culture, Spirituality, Creativity and Language in an effort to use words to build up rather than to tear down.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Be: coming.

black paint in my fingernailbed.

follow my nose hand leading the way up the staircase popcorn smell trail.

dead white tea bag.

time wasted and time used

wiping dust with a used kleenex it's all dirt anyway.

thirsty oh so

an evening far from a highcoup.
Posted by Rosa at 10:44 PM

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