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| When the day begins to wind down and the sounds of life around you slope off to the wooded edge, step gently into the night. Lay your labored head down. Summon dreams of children playing in a circle, with a ball, a red one with specks of joy engrained. By |
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ReplyDeleteNo idea.
I wrote it as I faded off to sleep the other night. I sometimes wake during the night and jot things down in a journal then read them in the morning. Many times I find it hard to believe what I've written. It's not that special it just amazes me how the mind works.
DeleteIt is amazing -- perhaps the fading you experience lets the creative juices flow -- barbara
ReplyDeleteIf that were the case, I would be a raging river!
ReplyDeleteI was going to write: "That sounds like YOU," and then I learned that that was true.
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