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--Flying on your motorcycle,
watchin all the ground beneath you drop--

Globe spinning, eyes floating…

Chest singing, butterfly kisses

Laughter, music, and all them pretty lights...

So is that what it’s about…

The world

Saying thanks

Munchin on chocolate...

Whacking a box full of candy…

And inviting the gringo who rode into your village this afternoon to hang out with your family and friends all night

“The Hero With a Thousand Faces”

“The Light of Other Days”

“The Shack”

Not here to give book reviews but…

What do legends, memories, and our conversations with God have in common?

Is it a matter of perception?

Reality?

Truth?

Step outside that snow globe and you might enjoy a different view

The barriers disappear...

But there has to be a purpose

And it all comes back to defining your own universe...

And living in it… and being its caretaker...

Because there you will always find home

And when your worlds cross… you find family

A heroic return from using the bush...

And there waiting with the other glove… two lives on a dusty old path

So trust your anchor… so when you float away into space, well, you can pull on somethin...

--In a telescope lens
And when all you want is friends
I'll see you soon--