Great joys are missed pretending the Earth does not exist as a living breathing entity of feminine attributes giving birth, decaying, creating, illuminating Life with water, heat, air, and dreams from the long ago to the now. If one can travel the globe in the best of clothes and never understand, or at least grasp the intangible paths butterflies leave behind how can fashion be more beautiful? How can a smile be more coy without the wind whispering a lover's secrets to the birds, the grasses and the trees who seem passive, but engaged they are in the sport of being mysterious Standing People. Life's beautiful moments of tranquility pass us at the same rate of speed of Butterfly People who are only concerned with the moment they are in. What is before them has the strength of today. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 8/19/12
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