Sometimes events in life, or even soul-smooching words and sentiments, move a person to write. And I'm usually one of those folks. Not lately though, no way. I have too many events changing and flowing and words I've never heard before are suddenly flowing into my ear, both near and dear. I seriously need to process some recent unfoldings and enjoy the smell of the flowers in all their freedom.
-->This has been a drill of our Sloth System. Please meander toward the stairwell and then brood languidly before opening the door. True fire only hurts once. Peace out.<--
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