“I only ate seven!” -Nate (nephew)
“One for each of your years.” -Amy (cousin)
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
“I only ate seven!” -Nate (nephew)
“One for each of your years.” -Amy (cousin)
That’s funny. Gotta love kids.We’re off to the winter wonderland that is the CO high country, 2-3 ft. of new through tomorrow :-)Merry Christmas.Ed
So long as they are not mine.
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