so quiet the night that needs no rest,
that finds itself lost in its own spiritual
quest.
so quiet the night, so hard to grieve
the struggle outlasting,
its own need to breathe.
Friday, November 9, 2012
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About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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