A night like last…terra firma

I love tapping into “us” in our shorthand language. A minute turns into our lifetime. Minutes not fleeting as they become etched somewhere in our hour glass of never ending sand time. Wishful thinking – as that’s how so many evolved dreams begin, albeit  seldom seen through to reality. Here’s to always opening our door on the coattails of closings. 1967.

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