Thursday, October 27, 2011



It's three o'clock in the morning
Still I am baffled by words
Reaching into delicate darkness
Finding an elusive phrase
Mystical, magical poetry
Will lift my spirit for days.

from Circle of Love, by Alice Franzen Clemons Burt

My mother would like to report that she has missed the train again.  She said that she is at the station, wondering which train will come next.  She is laughing and eating and drinking and creating.

I am exhausted from loving.

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