so many layers, memories and fantasies, dreams and nightmares, real and who knows, so many stories interwoven through decades of babbling through reasons and rhymes, nonsense and profound meaning, obscurity and relativity... the child loves the experience needing nothing but to experience the experience and as much as the sharing and hunger for love and desire for more is always there, the child loves the experience needing nothing but to experience the experience...
perhaps someday i will find time to explain more and perhaps i have explained it before (need the links you can search through repeated again? lol... ok, candora (aka sleep writing)... behind the candoor or real time... and all the others that are still online... somewhere (bios?) there are the answers we seek, the reasons and rhymes and story of a life from the frills and fancies to the bottom line...
meanwhile, it's time to head out to the softball tournament now :)
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