Each breath creates
possibilities
Blooming in the
abyss of night
I count each beat
My heart utters
Holding back
morning light
I guess at what
your eyes may say
And know it's right
where your hand may lay
Upon me
Along me
Inside.
--Diva
Sunday 2/3 Cragmoor to Freeway Run
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Just so we're clear, I'm officially retired on weekends, I just work during
the week.
I have to say I committed some awesome code check-ins today (Monday,...
5 years ago
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