Sunday, March 21, 2004Sandollars." It’s never to late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot Kettle screams out. Steamy hot water swirls the tea around in the cup. Peppermint, Spearmint, Chamomile all rise up to greet me. I watch the honey melt off of my spoon into my cup. I sit down in my big purple chair to contemplate... Sign in to see full entry. |
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**peace** Photo by my friend Phil Easter of the northern San Diego coastline...most excellent...:)
On these virtual pages I explore the benefits of being crazy. Living life on purpose. Random musings of this nature, that look like poetry on occasion, appear in my poetry blog called "no mercy," linked below.
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