times…

times…   the things you do not see are the realities that nib you in the  heart. you can feel them – they even  smell like hemlock…   they are meshed waters of hope & despair, punctuated with the need to die – joys of the other world unknown & possible sorrows untold… if you thought life was all for the moments  when wheels glide, pull off your shoes & sprint on tiles… do it…

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