you fly alone now and you cry sometimes. (t. amos)
the work begins anew.
the hope rises again.
and the dream lives on.
(edward m. kennedy)
in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)
and in [...]
certain these clouds go somewhere, billowing out to somewhere. (t. amos)
with maizy under the watchful eye of the emergency veterinarian, my sister, brother-in-law and i headed north to philadelphia to catch our second and final tori amos concert of the tour.
it was an equally magic, though distinctly different, concert experience. the hands-down — did i really hear that? — shining moment of the night came [...]
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