Fickle: American Sentence Day 29/108

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Tin roof and rain – change of plan sounds – watching for Sunday morning sunshine.

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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