The rains fall hard in the spring,
but the flowers keep blooming.
What is it about stormy weather
that makes everything want to dance?
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- HK Stewart
- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
1 comment:
I cannot dance to shrapnel dregs.
Too many people lost their legs.
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