View Blog    Small Miracles I sit on park benches witnessing small miracles. I hold the air in my mouth. Anger and the need for self-expression propel me onward. Are the 2 things separate? The bells ring and pull me out of bed. They seem to ring for you. You are the first thought. A shade on my existence. The output of mental energy is not worth thinking about. I let the wind pull my hair as the rain obscures the ocean. Lydia Workman     Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:35:58 | Rating: | Views: 25     Email This to a Friend Friend's Email *    Friend's Name*    Your Name*    Security code*    Refresh Image                 Print This Blog Post     Bookmark: Delicious  Digg  Reddit  Facebook  StumbleUpon    Permalink:      Blog Comments Nothing found Would you like to comment?     (Maximum characters: 5000)     You have characters left.      Security code:                                                     Refresh Image

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