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it is the way of things, while there are birds.   while you read, you will not understand  all words, that is the way of things, soak those stains in washings.   then look quietly, see a new.   cellular memory, let be, and learn, that small birds fly up.   sbm.  

. littled things .

balancing now first time, although the coins don’t quite fit the tray, using the pointed pen, keeping neatly.   have done this a while, got the rhythm, the style of dressage and deportment for one of our station.   i don’t have a badge, so look with confidence, courage so they know.      …

it is the moth that speaks. the jaw holds the teeth. ..

in a letter to a friend, never written, never said, sad, it is impossible. to explain. there will be khama, guilt, ridden over mountains, over years. tis tough is guilt. the back bedroom, hankies folded ready, in every room, in pockets now gone musty. the pottery is dusty. i have another life. i have a…

mine, also has become a stranger. how strange. i often do not sleep, so have decided it is not a problem. there is always another world out there, that is not ours. i like mine. i like your writing. sbm  

back to the cathedral where the book says it is all for nothing anyway talk about giving hope away.   a spiritual reduction, a sad deduction from some who should know better   sbm.