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footprints in snow
I realized how much I like animals, flowers and ants and decided to buy myself a dog. I remembered that the idea of halting this life and putting a quit sign on my eyebrow was dismissed when I thought of the boyz!
What if they had a dog to love ?what if I had a dog? Maybe all would be better. Me, the dog and the boyz! What the heck! We could even live and have a butterfly ranch and eat spaghetti with pancakes!
Ok! Fine I’ll never dance naked! Even though the idea of wearing clothes when so much happiness is around is plain crazy!
Maybe the whistling would stop? The one I almost never hear anymore but I know it’s there like a constant nag. I haven’t yet filled the big hole my mom gave me when I was born but in the butterfly ranch naked, dancing, playing in the mud, eating spaghetti with no broccoli I can make footprints in the snow.
I am happy now. No pain, no hole, only footprints in the snow next to the ocean. I will catch the butterfly and then let it go. I will swim in the snow and make foot prints, still quiet footprints in the ocean.
And yes I can’t hear the whistle no more!
A most stirring redoubt
as I 've come across in a long time a full-throated, unapologetic defense of virtue in this inspiring exploration of risk. The thought of grace of spirit might strike some contemporary minds as old-fashioned but it seems more desperately necessary than ever before, and there are worse ways to feel about the “self”. It is not reverie. It is the noble pursuit of high ideals, in simple terms and images...
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Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot