whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
Perhaps the hologram was of the huggerand holding on brought him back to himself with a grasp he never would have hadwere it not for the reaching out.Nice glassy shot of the colorful diamonds. Very cubist.
Is that what Larry Hagman said to Barbara Eden?Good little poem.Amazing picture.
kass-perhaps, the anima to his animus.kirk-dude, you have a traveling mind!