Treasuring this brief window of time where I sit in between where I was and where I will be, keen to have the where I was inform the where I will be. After moving in a different country and only knowing a bit of language there. A few times needing to communicate in an uneasy situation and being at a loss, being tired, and somewhat frantic about addressing the situation, unable to find the words. Like a little child must feel, unable to express what it needs, close to tears and unable to connect. Tiny despair, gigantically human.
J. You might find beams, brights, articulate flights in the reread of chapter 7 Atlas Shrugged: 'John Galt speaks'. The manipulations of her spectacular precision and possibility counter intentions to the obvious as incredibly dumb down murderous ignorance by the good ole boys media/propaganda is equal to the use of any goodness to substantiate corrupt power rationals. Stupid. Hope with you're good write you'll swing over to the big stuff like whose the groomer in ban the books and come here to die. love, mike
J. You might find beams, brights, articulate flights in the reread of chapter 7 Atlas Shrugged: 'John Galt speaks'. The manipulations of her spectacular precision and possibility counter intentions to the obvious as incredibly dumb down murderous ignorance by the good ole boys media/propaganda is equal to the use of any goodness to substantiate corrupt power rationals. Stupid. Hope with you're good write you'll swing over to the big stuff like whose the groomer in ban the books and come here to die. love, mike