Saturday, July 12, 2008


today's dreams of yesterday's happenings, wishing for more free time, or better yet better use of the time at hand.  the water calls, the studio beckons, the yard slides slowly back into habitat, summer slips into a coasting truck on a 16% grade, cascading towards a small logging town with cheap mexican eats.  old voices trigger nostalgia for the past accomplishments and a sudden realization that most desires are just this............

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