Morning Pages Out I sat on it The sidewalk Doodling a bit Of ink talk Waiting on the Wind Rate this:Share this:ShareTweetShare on TumblrRedditPocketPrintTelegramWhatsAppEmailLike Loading... Related
And we are all always waiting to be blown to somewhere, somewhen else; that’s life’s great adventure. I think you nailed it! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Ikr So it’s like we have chosen to play and are role-playing. Or like playing hide and seek. You made me think. LikeLike Reply
waywardspirit 
And we are all always waiting to be blown to somewhere, somewhen else; that’s life’s great adventure.
I think you nailed it!
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Ikr
So it’s like we have chosen to play and are role-playing. Or like playing hide and seek.
You made me think.
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Your insight makes it rewarding to write
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