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| The weeds that got away on us, and a young man with nothing better to do on a sweltering day. |
There can be this powerful pull to "get something on paper," and then I find myself without any idea how to translate the language of my soul. It's as if there is a great big ball of meaning that simply will not be squeezed into straight little sentences, not even if I knew what it was I am bursting to express. And often I don't.
Sometimes motivation or heart's desire seems larger or deeper than the everyday life's opportunity to fulfil it.
