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A day or two of rest, a special moment of repose, and the future and past become available in such odd forms. I suppose it may mean nothing, or everything. Perhaps, after feeding the girls, I'll take a short nap. Even when good, life can be hard in ways. Beautiful, too.
Just a bit weary, perhaps. Later.
You seem .. wistfully melancholyish..
ReplyDeleteNice music and I'll be darned if this isn't a Cohen I'm not familiar with.
Yes, indeed. To the mind as that tickle one gets when eating a sour sweet. Ah, but nothing of concern. A generosity of life, moments to bless, contrast, compare, even these... to my mind.
ReplyDeleteSo, did I sneak a Cohen up on you? I'm just waking, so English isn't quite my native language at the moment. :p If it ends being one you like, I am very pleased to have done so. I forgot you were a Cohen fan, but it... adds to your already vaunted stature. As with numbers, size isn't the whole of the thing. Certainly not by a giant who hails for mercy as to humility. *wink*
You sure did sneak a Cohen in on me .. and I like!
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