….Ezra knows who runs this place….it’s not me…..
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Tail wiggling side to side. Looking at me with smiling eyes. She rears her head with a yawn so wide. My little friend, so full of pride. She calms me down, helps me see. My Ezra means the world to me.
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Countermeasures must be taken. In case of unknown enemies, even if mistaken. Familiar faces and strangers alike. Be diligent, take nothing for granted. Eyes wide open, no room for surprise.
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…sailing into the mystic….
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Riding high, rope against the sky. Spurs shining bright, in the noon sunlight. Harnessing the untamed stallion. Reining in the wild steer. Champions of days gone by. Past heroes of yours and mine…..
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she saw a chipmunk…oh my…
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Strolling leisurely, ignoring reality. Distracted musically. Soundtrack of life in my ear. Songs coming from everywhere. Birds singing, dogs barking. Listen closely, the factory whistle blowing. Beautiful music, naturally overflowing.
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From Kingslane to Porter Rd, stories best left untold. Observing, learning. Wondering constantly, questioning incessantly. Still, blind as I can be. Will I ever see?
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peacefully serene….very grateful
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Desiring a reality I once knew. Craving objects I have known. Beaten down, driven mad. All I want is what I had. No more than that. Or any less. Just what I’m owed, I confess.
Escape Reality 