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September 30, 2008
I borrowed a small flame from Turtle Island,
listened to some Norah Jones,
which turned into Uhuru,
and the next thing
that I am talking about
is vibes
and about how I really donít know who the people are around me.

I talked about languages and how powerful they could be if utilized and about languages that were forgotten
but could be relearned.

Iím just a rustic mystic like these leaves that are forming for fall and all their various hues of death destined to be spring again.

So I wait for the next day, soon to be Eid Mubarak.