The Replies Book

There’s always one layer that if it were removed would make everything so simple.

Pretending that it isn’t, there doesn’t really help that much.

Perhaps the way is to laugh at the ridiculousness of fake logic.

Steering through the world can be like rafting down Niagara Falls.

That might be easier. It just travels in one direction.

Again… Laughter. 

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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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