Secret Pop

Jan 4, 2003

Deep Pacific

I didn't mean to stay away from home as long as I did. There was always something left to do. Or some favor that cropped up. I found myself relaxing guiltily. And yearning to be back. For belonging. Or something else. I was glad to nestle into the embrace of the holiday week. But gladder still to break free of it.

I sang these words tonight (I made them up): "I feel as if I am made of the substance that god is made of!"

I don't think it was an accurate statement. But it was good for a laugh.

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