It's not like I'm dealing with any hulking monstronsities.
None that have anything to do with a suffocating shadow of doubt.
Or sinking either---swimming's super easy.
Super easy.
Freedom lifts me like a song,
when the weak shall be made strong...
((It takes a lot of hard work...exercise...determination...PAIN...to
be made strong, to endure. I keep forgetting that.))
Good thing swimming is such a low-impact activity---can you imagine how hard this doctrine of kneeology would be after a lifetime of treadmills and cross-country training!? Not to mention the stairmaster...the thing doesn't let you get any higher than its own limits. Freedom, on the other hand...takes you as high as you're willing to sing a kneeological prayer. To a place where a blind man sees! (no illegal substances involved, of course!)
"...and You can carry me//from the shallow to the deep/
/'cause I can only see//when I'm standing on my knees...
...'cause I'm afraid to be//where it's deeper than me..." ~Luna Halo, 2000
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....well...I hear that you went out for coffee with someone on Monday night, and I'm guessing you had a little.....pow-wow..?
:) it was GOOD!
No juggernauts there!
:D :D
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