slotted perception
quite the revolution
me, myself, the force of life
still water
beau b
ripe for the picking
the strangeness of transport
daisy of the black lined plains
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vibrant blackness
skin biting
the Revival
now is okay
a sacred existence
sit by trees
the red man blows
no arguing with now
jubilant
being born everyday
the deepest wound
nothing is not it
making friends with myselves
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A few days ago Sequoia and I traveled to Dachau, about ten miles outside of Munich in Germany. [The following are excerpts from Wikipedia] N... -
My trip to Ireland came to its end and I am pleased with my new count of countries I have travelled to outside the United States. My new tot...