I wore a FROG green shirt and a black hat that O (i.e. an other) commented upon as we paid the bill at the Copper Kitchen, one of our corporate circle of friends. IT boasted two icons, the fleur d lis and a pug. Today we celebrated the word resurrection and forward IT to George's Business (our book) and to Randy for MO and Missy's PETS. We, the beast of Cove Pros, sent the message to Twitter and discussed our dividedness within Israel.
We have negotiated a civil union to be defined as a "co-habitation agreement" here on Earth. In my mind this constitutes a reconcilation, a construction of meaning, following the civil war and a president's books. Studying that library, I have reflected on other libraries written in the past and on a revolutionary approach to leadership that I learned while working under President Carter's CETA program in San Diego, California. (Click here to see my own cv.)
I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
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