Monday, February 25, 2013

i had wings and dreams could soar

That coming-alive-ness is beckoning. There's been a dark night of sorts, and we're seeing it unravel amid glimmers of silver lining reflecting a sneaky sunrise. Breaking fast all over the place.
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1 comment:

Karen said...

Breakfast or lunch or supper or coffee sometime soon, and you can tell me about this maybe?

8:21 AM

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