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September 13, 2016

It has no aroma, nor does it bare any fruit. The dull thorns cannot prick the skin, as there is no blood to be drawn. It is all that is, but it is nothing. At night, when the darkness is still and calm, it opens what is and exposes it to all. It is not always there for long, sometimes only by chance. As the gray of dawn casts its awaking shadow it will close to bathe in the morning dew. – dbA

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  1. Jo Clutton permalink
    September 14, 2016 10:42 am

    I subscribed to your blog a while ago and am rather enjoying it. Therefore I wondered if you’d like to look at mine. I’m a 62 year old artist and writer and renaissance soul and I’ve recovered from depression and anxiety after 30 years. I’m now making up for lost time. I think I’m doing ok…

    Jo UK

    http://www.joclutton.simplesite.com

    On 13 Sep 2016 14:25, “Contributing to the Chaos” wrote:

    > contributechaos posted: “It has no aroma, nor does it bare any fruit. The > dull thorns cannot prick the skin, as there is no blood to be drawn. It is > all that is, but it is nothing. At night, when the darkness is still and > calm, it opens what is and exposes it to all. It is not al” >

  2. September 14, 2016 11:00 am

    Thanks Jo! I’ll give it a good look see. I’m glad that my work is swirling thoughts with you. – Dan

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