The Neighborhood Peace Garden is blooming, about to burst with color and flavor, remember the seed beneath, rising up to greet us with their truth... The play is well within its opening act, it's a long sucker! How long we been here now? Years? (No. Lifetimes.) Like I said years. (Idiot.) Smile my fine-feathered spirit! We are brothers and sisters, idiots or otherwise... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)