Am I writing? Am I painting? Am I watching a film? Am I laughing with friends?
No.
I'm beading.
Some of us become true hippies late.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Jade Heart
Am I writing? Am I painting? Am I watching a film? Am I laughing with friends?
No.
I'm beading.
Some of us become true hippies late.
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