in a whisper
in the car
in the room just under the blare of the music.
when you hold your hand in mine
when your angry over the confusion of a new city
when you left.
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These are reflections of time spent here and there. I do not claim to be an expert on anything but I do love to teach and share...so it's my desire that, if anything these thoughts, ideas and experiences will provoke questions, thoughts, movement.
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