honu

.... the dew of late steamy afternoons is rollin rollin round my senses ..... summer sometimes.

Suddenly . . . poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, not silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging fires
or returning alone,
there...
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seattle, sunny
plunging ahead &
looking backwards

How many lives do we live?
How many times do we die?
They say we all loose 21
grams at the exact moment
of our death.
And how much fits into 21 grams?
How much is lost?
When do we loose 21 grams?
How much goes with them?
How much is gained?
How much is gained?
21 grams....
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great story and video
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great story and video
http://cjcphoto.com/can/