Good morning! Traffic, chain-saw, noise, sky, baby blue, cloud, white and grey, chain-saw, traffic! (You already said the last two, Scribbler!) They bore repeating. ~ I'm doing it all backwards, I keep forgetting to tell you. My reactions are to the truth that has already unfolded long ago. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)