ojostanverde
When one thinks of a sacrifice, what would be a true sacrifice? Sacrifice of a material thing or of something more intangible? Glory? Pleasure? When I think of a sacrifice I think of the people I would sacrifice for.
artistry is what i want to do the most to do all the things i see in my mind's eye to create and to have time to blend colors and ideas together and not just envy others for their ideas someday i always say i will create this or that I will have time someday
awakening on a weekend morning all I have to do is lay there and NOT look at the clock how I love it long slow breakfast and as many cups of coffee as i want and walking around the city love awakening on a weekend morning
comfort is the way you feel when you are sitting in your grandmother's kitchen and she is flipping over golden brown pancakes and the bacon is sizzling. She is singing under her breath and you are sitting there taking it all in. Comfort is something that is hard to come by when you get to be my age.
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