Thursday, September 15, 2011


"Sometimes words alone are just not enough. We hoped they would be adequate to the task and then were humbled when futility succumbed to something better.

"So artists toil and create. When they succeed, we smile and know why."

There comes a certain chronological age where one has the opportunity to embrace a complete life. And if one subscribes to the Tibetan concept of continuous flow, the coming winter is just another season.

Thousands is an attractive order of magnitude now. For planning purposes, convenient. When I awaken I might remember pages and persons. We will see.

© 2011 Buzz Hill.

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