The Replies Book

Being ready.

Ready to rest, be here now, gaze and be amazed.

We could be writing something with over 300 pages aiming for a best seller. Self help, not harm; self improvement not just movement.

Something new and true, that’d be better.

Back to daily writing a letter.

Perhaps !

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Drums playing, reeds swaying, all in the woods.

The trees returned a dividend of peace and assurance.

Growth standing upon healthy branched ages.

An innocence of rustling.

Crisp incoherence and an open checkbook.

Here, the fresh, abundant novelty of the unexpected.

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Draped across a rock of onyx.

Some days were like this.

Dressing, changing and posing.

Others involved speeches and writing screenplays.

The best friend was a laundry supervisor and expert on nanotechnology.. He played incredible electric folk guitar crescendos.

Awakened by the sizzling sound of eggs frying.

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Did they say anything?

We listen to a gushing, rushing river.

It was squeezed between ancient ragged cliffs.

The boat was rowed by an ancient resident.

We had to take deep breaths tto keep up.

You can bank on it.

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One sunny afternoon, when all the donkeys were asleep, we dug holes for fence posts.

Years later we climbed the fence and made an offer to purchase the land beyond.

A playing card and a bar of milk chocolate gets you a lot in the place where both are in short supply.

We pointed out several ways to enjoy the four of clubs and a square of the delicious stuff.

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