i am a painter who began my career as a child coloring outside the lines of my coloring books. i am a writer who started out by composing adventure stories while riding my stick horse around the backyard. as a child, i got in trouble for asking too many questions...i question that.
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Mmmm.....another favorite mine.
It is always at the morning in my kitchen.
orange juice, a simple way of making a kitchen feel like home. a ritual to drink it each morning.
Yes...and an awsome ritual.
just something that simple, giving meaning to our days in ways that can't really be explained but can be understood.
I agree with you.
So many things that can be seen from different ways and get understood by them just for have seen it and not explain it...
freedom is not feeling like one has to explain. and can just "be" instead.
I would like to touch freedom.
is that possible?
I don't know, but if it were I would like to do it :)
and if you touched it??????
"??????"............ja! Eso si me pudo.
If I did it, I would be happy for have done it all my life, I would have came true a dream.....I guess.
if you touched freedom, what would happen to it?
Interesting question...could it get angry about it? Would it change itself for me having touched it?
What if it doesn't want to be touched?
I guess we'll know that when I do it.
do let me know what you discover...........
Tenlo por seguro que serás la primera en saberlo si algún día lo hago.
gracias.
for some reason, i could not get your comment to post so here it is:
"I won't say I loved that. "
i will imagine it instead......
I guess freedom scapes from some of us several times...
or are we free to be unfree?
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