and here in dust and dirt,
the lilies of His love appear.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
It's lonely where you are, come back down
liminality
(all over again)
,
where the Hawaiians in brochues are, where the Nuuraa dancers are, where i am when i go back and forth between the lecture and my subconscious thoughts, and, that's where we are.
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