food & thought
A bland Moe's burrito crammed in my belly as I sat on the veranda with the smoking employees, irritated and on my way to an appointment I was more or less empty, no thoughts burned in me, every thing was as fleeting and thin as the clouds scudding by the full moon in the middle of our cold and windy night.
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I reflect the moon, in turn,
both swollen with a fullness
tonight, cold miles between us.
- Michael Wolfe Dechane
- I find things, and sometimes I make things, and I love. I spend most of my time searching, creating and believing. I enjoy drinking beer, also.
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