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May 9, 2007
The sun morning is rising, gently kissing the rooftops, illuminating a fresh world; awakening and sleep, strangers passing in the night…. I too, awaken, kissing the rooftops of concluded identity. I rise to Self. This is the metaphor picture I am sitting in, invited by my new found companions; techno-pal, and writer-mind, like a school girl with her first crush, “Will they like me? Can I bring something to relationship they’ll want and use? Could they love me, be patient with me, mentor me and hold a space for me to work out my kinks and gifts in their grace?”