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August 14, 2010

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clay

How loud do dreams have to shout before we do something about them, even if it's just a small step out the front door at 10:03 on a Saturday night?

irene

This poem speaks Julie. The stasis is palpable. It tears you apart in some way.

Dina Spice

How many minutes I have wasted just waiting for life to happen! The little movements we make toward SOMETHING often reward us with, well, more life than we had before the movement.

I know you wrote the poem for you, but thanks for the reminder.

- Dina

brenda w

wake up self, wake up, life is here to see you

Well done!
~Brenda

Jingle

what a great piece.

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