As we become elders, we become less and less, more and more. Less physical, more real, expanding, more diffuse with each breath, a morning mist blending into the sunlight, floating on the breeze. Often mist-ified, sometimes mist-ical.
:- Doug.
As we become elders, we become less and less, more and more. Less physical, more real, expanding, more diffuse with each breath, a morning mist blending into the sunlight, floating on the breeze. Often mist-ified, sometimes mist-ical.
:- Doug.