the time in slow movement of a world outside ... the jiggle in thy mind of where to start today,, the perpetual just select some tasks ... somewhere
I tend to find I am taken completely off task, though somehow even in the turmoil created there is mire in enlightenment
Memories my Mum recounted on thy time last together on being up in the air, among what astronauts see of our planet earth. The more recent aerial photos too of a daughter in the clouds on her flight in the summer. The magnificent memories and photos and the newly formed contact with life again serves to remind me of much
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