These are my misplaced musings. I misplaced them quite a few years ago and now they are reappearing, like the ball point pens that suddenly reappear from between the sofa cushions, long after I've already bought more.
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homeopathy, my teacher, my friend.
we walk the soul together
turning over loyal stones of compassion
honest places of depth
daily we travel.
phone a friend
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Can we just talk about how sweet it is to have good friends?
My car broke down last week...it died on the side of a busy highway. I was
calm, yet fra...