Three strikes...I am out!
This check-up reveals that I have lost sight of and remembrance of my words for 2013 as of late.
Well played, this quiet puddle of pondering.
Steaming Egyptian Licorice Tea accompanies.
Dreaming, though not nightmarish, strikes fear -- dreamlessness, actually.
Peace slides from my choking grasp into the lukewarm slough.
Seeking silver linings shallowly,
then tenaciously deeper.
You're where my help comes from.
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