This morning it was just Felicia and I. She had to get home to make a birthday cake and turned at the saddle. Made it to the top earlier than ever today. I saw Michael Baker on the way down, what a treat.
Rumi was in the house this morning.
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside!
I am so small I can barely be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. they are small, but they see enormous things.
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