Every morning I look to the heavens, ink black and forever deep, like a bottomless sea. Only the stars and planets poke bright holes in the darkness creating the heavenly arch and giving the illusion that they wrap around the earth like a blanket. My routine each day is the same. I wake at the same hour and I follow the same path one half hour past waking. My responsibility to my animals is unwavering, steadfast, and pleasant in its predictability.
Read MoreUpon birth, I was given this gift of seeing the world in words. I watch as magic sentences hang on the branches of the trees and words float through the clouds, finding each other and joining hands in a mysterious way.
Read MoreSome days it feels as if I am riding a bike and the universe has paved a road just for me.
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