My Blankets of Time

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Covered I am.

Quite warm and content, I be.

Not needing to eat or want or breed.

Lost here beneath Mother Earth for far too long I am.

One with the worms and beetles and knots of the roots above.

Sent here so long ago, time has no meaning nor borders for me.

Once, I know I was a young one, full of life and brim and sauciness of the blood.

But, now,

Quite warm and content I am,

Covered by My Blankets of time, no more of want for me,

Can you join me here?  Join your tendrils with mine?

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I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.

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