Life Is Inexplicable
I have recently been on a journey I may never be able to convey in words. I remain a writer, images and words flowing from dawn to dusk and all through the dream time, but can not quite get the pen to the page. I continue to meditate, but only spontaneously now, as if being pulled into an undertow, a riptide. I no longer believe in healing, and the c…
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