We could have moved a mountain.
It was you and me against the world, for a while.
It’s only me that caught up in the landslide.
A friend told me recently I hadn’t changed.
The thing is, things did and I didn’t.
The forces of nature, the power of fear.
Being overlooked because it appeared I was on my way.
This is how a person gets nowhere fast.
And never lands, and never changes
and never appreciates in value.
A Patient Voice 
I am not certain the value we are appreciates; rather we crack open the shell a little further, a little further, and there is no end to the glories that spill out. But they’re in there and they cannot be lost.
Peace
Michael
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Thanks Michael, I am not too sure what I was getting at in this one. I think I ended up trying to connect a bunch of incomplete thoughts and postings and put them into something. I now have a recipe for bouillebaise. Life and writing about can just that way sometimes, can’t it? Peace back, Harlon
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