Upon Moving into my Van
Joy. Pure Joy.I am what I always wanted to grow up & be.
Things are becoming more of a dream with each waking day.
The heavy blows of daily life are becoming encrusted with glitter & the shaking finger
of consequence is beginning to giggle. Grumpy old men have wings.
Bums sport halos & everyday dullness has begun to breathe
as I remember the incredible lightness of living.
written by Jewel Kilcher
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