July 9th
i feel like running again.
it's either that or swimming in a valley of tears.
July 10th
you couldn't tell by looking at us,
but I am certain my sister has a
blotch of red nail-polish on her back
that distinguishes her as
the better daughter.
July 11th
the daily grind and wrench
does not tap the waterline
of my personal happy.
Monday, July 11, 2011
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Tickle your toes. . .
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So much of ourselves becomes caught in that cavity between the right brain and the left brain.
ReplyDeleteit's true.
ReplyDeletei don't have a sister, but i love your July 10th small stone! ♥
ReplyDeletehah! good.
ReplyDeleteat times, we do feel like flying or running, in a dreamy way.
ReplyDeletewell expressed sentiments,
thanks Jingle!
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