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Thursday, November 10, 2011
the days i think i am a bee.
Birdsong, wind,
the water's face.
Each flower, remembering the smell:
I know you're close by.
Rumi.
From the heart
of the sweet peony
A drunken bee
Basho.
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GRATITUDE
to
one
Sweet
Simple
day
at
a
time
. . .
me.
eddy carroll
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