I hope you think of me every time you feel air brush up against your skin, that moment of denial when you think I have gone, that it did not matter, because it did matter, it will always matter.
One of the most poetic,
spiritual, and general positive threads of spring is working in my garden. Rebuilding of the old, planting of the new, moving rocks, sculptures, birdhouses, and
redesigning all of the land that I claim as my own. The first picture of a
first rose this year will be on this blog faster than the rose can prick and
bleed.
A moment of truth......I sound
disjointed and hesitant to my own ears today, but I know you'll understand me
just the same, a moment just between friends. Go out and find your friend, the
one who totally, bashfully, understands, and nothing else ever needs to be said.........chasing pavements.......
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