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  • Story time whispers drift out there with me on the remembering wind ( though, I am cutting casing for exterior windows)

    There was a swaying tree droping a few leaves, my mind , the Sail, caught the days of wild love ( although I just shook up the primer and reread info. about the paint)

    The sun is n't waiting for me today, and the memories of Big waters , help me hang on through the backside of a particulary nasty storm (In the middle looking for my sliding T-bevel to make counter cuts for the trim)

    The clouds are calling me and there is nothing I can do, but leave ( I wander upstairs to get a handfull of aluminum nails that are painted white and a caulking gun and 30 year paintable silicon)

    My boat is in the Bahamas, people all lined up for 10 weeks of taking them as tourists, sailing , diving fishing, chilling, and goooood food. ( I love to cook), to exciting places, couples only....Gay or straight, makes me happy either way. All inclusive ON Board, nothing included On shore, There's dinner swimming by, gotta get my Rod.... ( I bent the blade of my smallet japanese saw-cant help but think of all those dying there)

    I am in Love with play, a Dancer moving through so many kinds of love , I feel so blessed inhaling her touch.......( Now, where's that hammer and chisel, there is a little wood to touch up, make smooth, before I sand)
    still three months of bliss, then head out for what I really miss.... I never worked a day in my life. I just called it Play in the daylight and latest night...
    I wave, and throw a kiss, which feels like I am ready to cast off.

    It's lunch and I need to get back to play...
    I turn around wondering , how all that chore got done.
    I am never there
    never did get that whole "Work for a living" ...stuff...
    never did get that, 'You gotta work to be someone".. uh huh...

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