That first light of dawn, cold yet hopeful, I alone with the dawn, cold yet wanting, waiting for that growing brightness, slowly slowly peeking, above the all, wanting, wanting, and knowing it will be warmer, while I am still wanting. The sun, too, is alone, but is the source of all that is living, while I am still wanting, and alone wanting.
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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