Just the meat, No gristle.
The Mockingbird song bellowed until it didn’t and the quietness rules higher than the branch he was sitting on
The wind blew throughout the sky pushing the Mockingbird to a new song
And the tortoise was still there.
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Freemason and father of two boys and a girl, living in Los Angeles, California. Emerson College Alumni always looking for a new adventure. Eight years of Catholic school, now Taoist leaning trying to be Zen in my journey of life. View more posts
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