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Daily Archives: February 8, 2003
Playing the Blues
If you let it up from your tiptoes, vibrating, tingling there along your spine, and wait patiently as it slowly grows gathering strength from your soul, like a vine drinking in the marrow of your being, not letting your mind … Continue reading