Saturday, June 29, 2013

Spirit

Spirit can be a foreigner. I am thinking a series of thoughts this afternoon, purifying myself somehow, and then that thinking is over, and I makes tracks and go downtown return to my place, feeling so good. Thank you spirit. You brighten my day.
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