I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on the counter – measures of the day’s reserves one spoon for morning tea with a side of emails read a shower requires two or three with a guarantee of needed […]
…and some days we stand up topple the furnishings of corporate order decry politics and etiquettes and rage, rage, inner light exploding in a shattering ball of fire blinding purifying setting souls free setting us free …and then it’s over – in a blink and our desk mate still sleeps the slumber of automaton clicks a mouse in […]
Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued, gentle as a zephyr, not mythical but yielding, mindful; not worshipful nor boastful, but comforting, warm I am waning light, the mistral wind wafting, no longer a force of nature […]
In my interesting years as a youth, i did just that!
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Lol. Come to think of it, my daughter did too.
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Lol
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Love this, lol😁
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Thanks, lol.
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It’s so true😁
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Ha ha ha! I know my line the next time my husband suggests breakfast in bed!
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Lol…
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LOL! 😀
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