RenaissanceII

the white noise of two box fans i have going even on the coldest of days
the sensual feeling of a haircut from the barber
the crackle of an AM radio as a t-storm approaches while trying to DX distant stations late at night
knowing no matter who or what i am or where i've been or what i've done, that i am loved not only from god above but here on this astral plane, and that i can love myself
and at my somewhat advanced age, that in many ways i can look at, feel see, and do many things as if i were a child

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin


I Wish You Well.