The Replies Book

Various flavors of sky.

We look up, preferring not to look down.

Not for too long.

Watching our step, enjoying every stone and twig on our winding path.

We give a greeting, exchanged, to all we pass.

Two people seem to be laughing, the others smiling – perhaps they already laughed.

Their smiles, their chuckles, give us cause to remember a joke, an off-the-cuff riff.

Music arises and new or old but rearranged tunes come to mind.

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We had an image presented reflecting the kindness of yesterday.

It can be so, tomorrow.

Inventive futures are not all imitations of digital possibilities, though they can be.

There’s always improvisation.

It’s just that when talking up intentions of good feelings and get-togethers, we see bright eyes gleaming into a forest of fond memories born every moment of every day!

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In a rush but there has to be time to write.

Just like the quick phone call and all the other “reaching out” that we are told will make a difference ( it really does!), there is always time.

Saving trees, people and love and creating better jobs in one move.

More to come…

Someday….

Soon…

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Dreaming our way to the snowy top of the mountain.

A winter holiday suggests appropriate dimensional directions and wafting-weaving within.

A hot spring, a cold stream and a wavering fern.

Dipping down into ancient memories, last week, last era and last eons.

Are we new, recent or just contemporary – we do not know.

But a bank wants our account and doesn’t imply a goal of any amount.

We trudge on with abandon and dynamism.

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The rose seemed to have the color of a sunset I remember.

I wonder if they will offer me the chance to name the rose.

I think my name will be the best name ever.

I remember being 5 years old, walking between the rose trees, trying to avoid the thorns.

Perhaps that’s why this is such a simple and pure thought.

Happily harmless.

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