Day five of cold,
Does not bode well for clear thinking.
I have nothing coherent to say today.
Hack, Hack . . . Sniff, Sniff . . . Ahchoo
I will sing for the veil that never lifts/I will sing for the veil that begins, once in a life time maybe, to lift/I will sing for the rent in the veil/I will sing for what is in front of the veil, the floating light/ I will sing for what is behind the veil—light, light and more light/This is the world and this is the work of the world. ~Mary Oliver
Thursday, January 31, 2008
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