You are the magical memory of many lives. You have removed the rust from the armor of my Soul.
You are. I am. We are again.
I wrote those words privately a few months back.......while in a dream.
Thought I'd share my silliness.
Off to the year end Track Picnic at Borchard Park.....
It's also the Gem and Mineral Show weekend, and I've got Dead Presidents in my pocket, just crying to get a good Creedite specimen......I need something "Delicate" for the Collection......
They...the Gem Society, is a bit miffed at me because I forgot to display....Oh, yes, I have some "Good" stuff.
You are. I am. We are One again........
Yup...in a mood.