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a daily breath...
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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logical and chronological
July dives in, clothes and all,
brash and unafraid of his being.
His time is careless, rushed, and
often leaves whisker burn on
a lover’s face.
August is more tentative.
Gently she slips off her socks,
dips a toe, and tests the water.
She knows days will grow shorter,
and the night quieter.
August is mindful of more time
for fireflies, skinny dipping, and
August will always leave
with a tender embrace, promising
Cherish your time with August.
July has already forgotten
what you meant.