And so, what began as a small hole,
A secluded place of comfort and calm, a place to hide,
slowly
then faster—becomes an Abyss. So deep and dark
there is no climbing out.
You have to fly.
On wings of rainbow plume, I ride thermals of inspiration, soar on winds of creativity, and am welcomed, once again, by the sun.
-Garrett Crissup
In my dreams http://coub.com/view/5o7vo
-Michael Qnng
The vitamin D is flowing once again! The long winter behind us, hibernation mode deactivated.
#GareBearProblems
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