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Well, it seems things have changed and I'll need to consider a membership. Fortunately I still have premium prints membership 'til hell freezes over, but the sidebar ads are quite annoying.
Well, I don't see me having much free time for online stuff for at least another few months, so I'll probably wait to pay for my DA experience.
Still love all my DA friends and miss you! Hope to be back more often and soon!
Rachel
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Sometimes I am poetry.
Limbs made of words,
legs of verse and stanza,
Mouth made of rhythm.
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Uh oh... I'd better get over myself... ~~~~
~~~~"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware ~
joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." Henry Miller.
I am aware once again. Aware, awake, and alive...
Sometimes we pour ourselves out only to find we've become just a mess on the floor in someone else's eyes. But then we insert ourselves into the pores of the wood, evaporate, and we find nirvana in a different space and time...
Inspired by ~believe-hope's deviation Unlike You [link]
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