Friday, December 21, 2007

Solstice Silence

And because I'd nearly forgotten and then suddenly, there that mad man pranced in pantaloons in my mind.



Which leads inevitably to this.


To heal the wound...
Look at the stars and wonder at just how...tentative it all is. And that we begin again. We can begin again.

With a small tip o' the pointy hat to Billy who was there when called when winter had settled in the soul.

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