masters
Posted: February 21st, 2008, 9:03 pm
the tale is one of a small rat who escaped being fed to a boa in my car. the fraility of which I speak to you now is not a woman standing on a chair shrieking, but a woman that feels gratified by his escape. Many a mouse has passed through these snakes, and I had a dream they were stuck in a dreamcatcher.I have been poor but willing to go to the places where they help you, and things are ok, I have food, a roof over my head and a small independent rat in my car.My most adored man put traps in the car and was surprised when the trap and the rat disappeared.I had been looking for this one book forever, and if I had not been looking for the small rat, I would not have found it.
In the effort to find the Masters Degree program on line, I found you, writing various poems and singing during the eclipse. I can hear you like the ocean in the background of papers to write and portfolios to build.
So much has happened here in Oregon. You know this is merely one day in a solid lifetime of jewels that shine in the light.
Long rides to ancestral places, and skies that are opening up for visitors as we speak.
I guess the spirits have some more jokes to tell, because I am laughing
In the effort to find the Masters Degree program on line, I found you, writing various poems and singing during the eclipse. I can hear you like the ocean in the background of papers to write and portfolios to build.
So much has happened here in Oregon. You know this is merely one day in a solid lifetime of jewels that shine in the light.
Long rides to ancestral places, and skies that are opening up for visitors as we speak.
I guess the spirits have some more jokes to tell, because I am laughing