I'm swinging on the hammock, sounds of the passing floods,streaming from the mountain tops, all in concinnity. The women are beautiful here, every cart in whole foods was pushed by someone who knows nature intimately, the lines in their faces carry themselves as folds on the tinted skin of one who looks at the sun.... The men, who pushed my cart to my car from the liquor store and insisted on carried my bags into the back seat....looked like the same characters u might see singing margaritiville in key biscayne if they traded their jeans and hokey belt buckles for hawaiian shirts. And I made a big sigh at the curbside of an town bissault, colorado and a driverby rolled down the window to note "that was a big sigh" I was quite speachless thrown off guard at the silence after and no asking of directions to follow........ So peaceful on this hammock by the water, the evergreens, spruce, cypress and pine all mixed together into one form..undoubtably here as witness to all who have swung before and all will swing long after I'm gone !!!
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