everyday there is something new i uncover like a child turning over rocks in the backyard garden. amidst this i am still finding the remains of days past, remnants of each hour gone by. the beauty of life is the wonder and the mundane, the old-the new. its as if God is weaving new threads into worn tapestries... renewing each day even while some of yesterday finds it's place. -a random muse (picture by la)
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Hello there, long time, no see, communication, exchange of verbal elocution and the like, et al. Just found out about this on the Internet (don't ask me where, have a terrible memory for such things), and am just dropping a line to say hello, as it's been a few years. Good day, then-G.W. Rothkopf
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