Monday, July 11, 2011

small stones

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.
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 11, 2011 at 10:48 AM

    So much of ourselves becomes caught in that cavity between the right brain and the left brain.

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  2. bttrflyscarJuly 11, 2011 at 10:56 AM

    it's true.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 11, 2011 at 8:18 PM

    i don't have a sister, but i love your July 10th small stone! ♥

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  4. bttrflyscarJuly 12, 2011 at 7:07 AM

    hah! good.

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  5. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJuly 13, 2011 at 6:15 PM

    at times, we do feel like flying or running, in a dreamy way.

    well expressed sentiments,

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  6. bttrflyscarJuly 15, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    thanks Jingle!

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