I am not from here,
my hair smells of the wind
and is full of constellations
and I move about this world
with a healthy disbelief
and approach my days and my work
with vaporous consequence
a touch that is translucent
but can violate stone.
~ Jewel
Monday, September 18, 2006
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That's beautiful. Is that from her poem book? I have more stuff on my blog 'cause I've just wrote more random stuff not because there is more excitement - I wrote a post about cereal for cryin' out loud, LOL.
Hmmm, cereal, very true. a slow day i guess. lol!
just one of those mornings when your sitting there in dawns early light - mindlessly eating ... what exactly??!! lol, some cereals are like that. ya either love it or hate it. :)
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