monday morning. again again again. coffee in the pot, coffee in my cup, and The Almighty Jog awaits. the slow traffic rumbles on the 2 lane highway and the sky is only just-now blue. it was white a few minutes ago, aching and sleepy. breath on a mirror. smiley faces on a window pane. 6 months of the New Year gone already. a flung arrow. my my my. and the burn of so many plans. days stacked upon days. aching and sleepy, yes. but happy too. and excited. and not at all worried about stupidity or perfection. not one bit.
good morning. :)
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Good morning Blackshine. have a lovely Jog. : j
"Stupidity and perfection..." the foes of an illuminated mind. Your post yesterday...we were two sixth-grade girls, putting on lipstick in the back booth at Larry's, waiting for the junior high boys, one with the knife-scar only enhancing his beautiful face...stories I never told my mother.
good morning, bobby mcfarrin! i love seeing the dimples in your smile!
it was a wonderful run this morning!
marylinn- "stories i never told my mother" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! YES EXACTLY! :D
thank you for that! and i love your images here. 6th grade is a weird, jumbly, important time. exceedingly.
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