Washing my face each night before I go to bed is one of those hygenic "hassles" that reminds me how vain I can be. Ahh....the secrets of clear, healthy skin; not so secret really.
I see another months is tilting its hat at the passing of its prime. I can't say that August is a month that I much care for. There was always that feeling of dred that the Summer had ended and that school was just around the corner.
There's a glimmer in the waters of the Gulf and a silence here on the beaches of the Pacific. It aches in a way that I know keeps me alive and kicking. I remember buffed fingernails--have I really ever been that strong? I suppose I can dream about that tonight, awakening to an unconscious realization.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
