We come and go in search of minds — minds of depth, minds of truth, minds open to other minds however differently they might see the world, and because they see the world differently.
Knees on the ground, trowel in hand, hoping we might find each other.
Backs and necks to the sun, on trails winding and trails long.
Raven. Quail. Dove. Deer, with mouths to the river, now looking up.
Pixels and clicks. Hoping for luck.
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Categories: Everything and Nothing
Tags: Chance Meetings
William Michaelian 
Every mind contributes its own contribution, and unity is strength! Thank you, dear William!
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Especially in bright, joyous company like yours. Thank you, Valy.
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