Getting on a jet plane
I'm packed. Barely. I'm bringing back so much yarn, it fills an entire second suitcase. I haven't traveled with this much luggage in ages!
I fly back to CA tomorrow. There are still a million things I could do. I don't really want to leave. I will greatly miss my friends here (mostly my SK). Not to mention Dad, and even Terri! ;-)
But it is time to go. There are people and things for me to attend to. And more travel and adventures to be had...
I fly back to CA tomorrow. There are still a million things I could do. I don't really want to leave. I will greatly miss my friends here (mostly my SK). Not to mention Dad, and even Terri! ;-)
But it is time to go. There are people and things for me to attend to. And more travel and adventures to be had...
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In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that’s still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love’s own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
-"Attics of my Life"
The Grateful Dead
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I love you.
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