Category: morning
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Sea glass
Softened by time Tumbling thru salt, sand, sea, and time. Jagged edges softened by the journey. Living inside a small shell, moving slowly, so slow it’s almost indiscernible. Time. Your hands can heal. September. Empath. Where do I find it? What will it be? Slowly moving into the path of some unknown destiny. Wait for…
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AM Bradio
I wake up in the morning and typically there is a song in my head. It happens every morning. Sometimes it sticks and won’t go away until I play the actual song. Sometimes songs one after another play as though my brain is some cosmic radio picking up requests from the universe. It is entertaining…
AM Bradio 