musings of a psychedelic folk punk renaissance yogini songbird and late-blooming athlete
“…There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
Sign was painted, it said private property
But on the back side it didn’t say nothing
This land was made for you and me…”
~ Woodie Guthrie
Read MoreSnow melting, but the road I currently live on, and the road leading to the highway, is about 4 inches of solid ice. I was thinking of going out today to bring clothing and other items to Goodwill and a large shopping bag full of books to Bookmans, the used bookstore in town. This will […]
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