sometimes silences last eons. sometimes seconds. sometimes they are pregnant with meanings. sometimes they are just a cover for dry empty ether. another bout of emptiness and here i am again. trying to get back to the blog. this time at least will i sustain?
the answer, i hope, would be blown to me in a wind...
in the vast deserts of everyday living, the perpetual search for that quenching spout continues..
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