when a person has been raised in a place like that, anything is better. The village isn't what it used to be, I know, but sheesh such disarray. Can somebody go there and at least collect the trash?
I remember walking through the streets on many a day.
One of the houses is mine but I wouldn't recognize it from my imagination's view of it. It seems it wasn't so gray and dreary when I was growing up but then I was a dirty little child anyhow;
always making the mud pies!
I am glad they are soap now:)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I am right now in the middle of a project distilling myrrh. I ordered a kilo and well, we might as well use it up. It grinds different than ...
I see the moon and the moon sees me I hear her voice of eternity her luminous rays reflecting silent truths desires met with little force...
I was thinking about things. I am sort of studying brain stuff some more and it makes me think about my inner brain and why I think and do t...