 Sense
It's not all flowers and sunshine these days, more a dark wondering how to keep going when the end for some is inexplicably soon. How to make sense of the random, find meaning while knowing and feeling that life is not fair? I can hear Bach understood something listening to his endless lucid movements full of variation, like ripples on sea water or the rings of a tree, like life.
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L M Daly
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Project 10 is a little experiment.The number 10 plays a special role in my life. Every month on the 10th day I will start a poem and take a photo (or find another image), which will be posted when ready. Archives
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