Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Spring Day, too loud for talk when bones tire of their flesh and want something better.”- Jim Harrison Into the woods where dappled sunlight dances on verdant forest floor Here, no heavy flesh, but hollow bones and feathers for this is where spirit soars.
“The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting insane instructions. That’s why I ran to the woods.”– Jim Harrison ‘Separate the children, put them in cages.’ ‘I really don’t care, do U?’
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