Two Little Hands
My life's decades are the number of fingers on a well-formed human hand, not including the thumb....
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My life's decades are the number of fingers on a well-formed human hand, not including the thumb....
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There it wasNot all that importantWhere it had always beenFreshly laundered, foldedAnd then before I wear again,GoneLike any favoriteAnythingI never knew I...
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Delicate work is brutal, a paradox eventually forgotten as the craftsman polishes his technique. As he polishes his technique he cultivates his patience. This is how he learns the effort of restraint, and learns again that...
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mantis on our garden patio always praying thank you dear green one for your humble example
Read MorePosted by s.r.g. | Apr 1, 2019 | Uncategorized |
Boredom is not necessary, neither is it illegal. Resorting to subjects, verbs and objects that are...
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