Sit. Listen to the
morning song, wind song, light song
woven into voice.
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May sit and write on this tonight. I have been too busy for keen senses. I wonder if Janine is right, that I hear and see the world differently. I want to dwell there for a spell, but not just yet.
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- Caleb Alexander
- Flagstaff, Arizona, United States
- Baker, philosopher, volunteer coordinator, ethicist, part-time scholar, fiction writer, Buddhist, nonmodern, learning organizer, lingering romantic, cyclist, geek, et cetera.
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