~ playing music as we drive

little red ride: rhythms
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little red ride: passing ghost of self
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Have been writing; or writing has been kidnapping me--it must happen to everyone sometimes. I feel I have been taken into an "under world" of whispers and wants; of a place where deep dark earth and a tree that speaks rhythms is asking me to see into the sky around me; to translate the pictures.Yesterday it felt all blocked for most of the day, like a dead door or soul was blocking the view. Hanging limp and thick and useless... more of this post at TUMBLEWORD's other site.
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For stargazers, link to Hubble telescope site; gallery of stars and tonight's sky .
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Peace, health and grace to all those who enter here.