June 16, 2011

And I said to her relative to her perspective as she pushed my rusted buttons..." when we import ants, unfurling our desires as if a blanket on the grass, each of our picnics gets as much rain as each sunny day we pay for...we all show love in remarkably, wonderfully different ways and for that I couldn't be more thankful...even if I am only, slowly coming to grips with my beautiful flaws..."...nameste

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