of chocolate, mint green, and
yellow crunch.
Acknowledge your crumpledness,
crumpled sock. Stretch out,
Smooth your wrinkles, pick off the lint.
Face the day—in all your crumpledness!
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- These days I feel like an element drifting through the world--being home and finding home at the same time.
2 comments:
I shall, dear Rebb. Just as I face this night in all its crumpledness, or mine. It is hard to encompass crumpledness in oneself. Such writing is a good way in.
Ah, dear Vincent, I send a smile your way...all the way to your side of the world where the stars shine, as the sun shines here.
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