As I was pedaling to the cafe, snow started to fall. Always a welcome sight; something different from the gray wet of late winter. We have had some nice weather lately, blue sky and something real bright in the sky, called "the sun". I have fond memories of that thing, warmth and light and a boon to green, growing things.
I have acquired a head cold and it has knocked me in the dirt. Two days of dragging about feeling like I am dragging three hundred pounds where ever I go. I do feel somewhat better today.
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About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
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