Not in some time has a novel turned the pages of mind so quickly, fully reviewing lessons learned, offering new ones and generally keeping me from the media. I miss already my time spent with the We're Heres and again thoughts of adventure and training dance in head. AH the Sea. And The world of Men which I am fully realizing my place kept from and trying to embrace against the odds of a mother's only Irish daughter among too many brothers, too many men...but I can be master of my craft and destiny so long as I remember I am a woman in all dealings. This portion of the blog brought to you by Douglas Urbanks relayed rumor of this as a man-hating blog...never.
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Christ, our western world metaphor. Our measurement of time. Ramifications of Our greatest Death. Threat? of what happens next seated at the right hand of god. d-o-g and what about carrying on Bodhisattva after 34.?
Simone Ali's Mother
- Cheryl Ann Blaise Robinson
- Iowa City soon, IA
- Born Boston Irish Catholic 3rd Generation. b. 1973, Picasso died, Vietnam too for US and Silent Spring, all still, all still felt.
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