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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mom's Day Spent…

… at my Mom's place. Took her to an independent documentary (supporting friends) and then out to dinner. So away from the internets all day.

Regular programming to resume tomorrow. As long as I'm not buried under at work.

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