Tuesday, October 03, 2006


Hold each moment briefly, like a wave. Each will crest and fall and succumb to the backwards pull of the past, waiting for yet another to take its place, rumbling and rolling into the present. Each minute is a shimmering reflection of time and place, moving, undulating and passing into another form even as you experience it. Don't hold onto the rocks for safety. Emmerse yourself in the Wetness that is the baptism of Life.


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