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- Seeking, searching, I question the southern pointed finger. Tangled by the “question line”, I can’t hear myself.

- Dying to live one more year again, we seek light. Birth before death is how they live.

- The needy get what they want but, the wanted is so much more. To sprout the daisy and to make it live again.

- To pour a pitch of water on the dancing flames. Yet, we laugh at the face of the unplugged TV.

- The talking books are filled with joy. Seeing the unkempt child, to wonder.

- Someone there or anywhere? Doesn’t matter who talks.

- The focus is off the pain and to give the pain to others, so they might live again.