Ever elusive,
relative in perception,
it waits for no one.
Catching up...
I've been incommunicado here, letting my non-verbal side do the talking for a little while. I took up the 31-day Inktober challenge this...
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Awareness in itself is healing. ~Fritz Pearls
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The percussion of automatic gunfire rings loud a year later rippling like a stone thrown in still waters as a surviving child drops cau...
1 comment:
I wrote a similar haiku about time:
if I found some time
I’d spend all of it wishing
that I had more time
It waits for no one, and we never have enough! Hugs!
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