i have no memory of this. Woke this morning to find it. Maybe at the end of the night, when trying to close everything Out? or….maybe a Selfie.
Thinking today. What might it be like if all that is going around in my mind could be said Out Loud, in this forest? How would it sound? If the TREES and understory listened. What would they hear? What might it Mean to Them? What sense might they be able to make of it?, the ever repeating tapes? How would this FEEL to this Forest?
love the pool of sunlight in the green
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Love you
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she is waiting for … what?
no matter … she is present, through darkness and light … so beautifully proportioned, perfect in her own way …
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hmmm … my last comment just went “poof” …
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Odd … my laptop comments have gone “poof” … or maybe they will show up later … I am trying this from my phone …
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singing the land
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those pools of light are here and there all over
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oh, Yvette…..your little Poika would love it here
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i humm
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i had imagined her less proportioned…i think of
making others, maybe them?
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you were right…spam…but i check every day…would
have found you
Love Love
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patience is not one of my strong suits … ha!
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windthread 
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